In the tapestry of time, where whispers linger,
There emerges a presence, a mystery to trigger.
Who is she, that elusive muse of grace,
A symphony of secrets, an enigmatic embrace?Beneath the canopy of celestial glow,
Her essence unfolds, a cosmic flow.
In the dance of stars, she pirouettes,
A silhouette of dreams, where mystery begets.Her eyes, two portals to realms untold,
A kaleidoscope of stories, ancient and bold.
In the echo of her laughter, universes collide,
A celestial sonnet, where galaxies confide.She weaves verses with strands of stardust,
An alchemist of words, in whispers entrust.
A serenade of moonbeams in her gaze,
A rhapsody of sunsets in her gentle phrase.Is she the tempest, the storm untamed?
Or the calm oasis where serenity is named?
A paradox of fire and ice entwined,
In the tapestry of existence, a riddle is defined.Her footsteps echo on the shores of time,
Leaving imprints of poetry, rhythm, and rhyme.
A nomad in the cosmos, an ethereal spree,
In the grand narrative, the question: Who is she?A siren’s song, a lullaby of the night,
Her presence eclipses the shadows in flight.
In the chiaroscuro of reality, she paints,
A masterpiece of moments, where love acquaints.A melody in the symphony of the sublime,
A riddle unraveling, transcending time.
In the cosmic ballet, a celestial decree,
The universe ponders: Who is she?A mosaic of dreams, a mirage so divine,
She’s the constellation where wishes entwine.
In the saga of existence, a compelling decree,
A tantalizing query: Who is she, truly?So, in the vast expanse of cosmic spree,
The heart wonders, in awe, endlessly.
For in the grandeur of life’s tapestry,
She remains a sublime enigma—Who is she?Founder of Go Daughters, Irtaza Bilal, enriching lives,
Empowering souls, where compassion thrives.
In the quest for answers, on this cosmic sea,
He too contemplates: Who is she, to be?
