My Beloved Guru

My words are Few,
Yet ultimately New,

Connecting the thoughts into Words,
As like the air and the Birds,

Thinking about; as a Fool,
Sitting in the AC room; Cool,

She has made me utter Crazy,
Writing this even when am Drowzy,

She came into my life as Breeze,
Making me inert as Freeze

She loves me Much,
Above the level of Pitch,

Share cares me a Lot,
That which never gets Rot,

She has taught me Many,
For I was her sweet Honey..

(To be continued..)