Sadness has overshadowed my aching heart,
There is something I am compelled to impart.
A loved one has problems that need to be solved.
She struggles with decisions that need to be resolved.
A sabbatical is needed, to clear her troubled mind.
Answers to these questions, I’m sure she will find.
A whispering poetess she’s become to us all.
Her genre always has the ability to enthrall.
She speaks that at least for now, she must vanish.
While she’s away part of my heart, I shall banish.
She reassures us that she will return one day.
Always she thinks of others, our fear to allay.
She will find what she so desperately is looking for.
And then she will return to those, who truly adore.
India She Whispers, we all love you in our own way.
We adore you and forever in our hearts you’ll stay.