Sree: A Story of Hope

In  bustling Kottayam town ,the sun shines bright,

Lived a lady clerk, with dreams taking flight. 

Her name was Sree, her spirit so bold,

In a world of letters, her stories unfold. 

With a desktop full of files and papers, her day would begin,

Sorting through documents, she wore a warm grin. 

With ink-stained fingers, she held the quill tight,

Crafting the future with each flick of light. 

Oh, the tales that she told in the flickering glow,

Of journeys untaken and places to go. 

She balanced the numbers, the sums dancing clear,

In the realm of the office, she conquered her fear. 

With her bright kohl eyes, and a heart full of grace,

Every task she embraced, each challenge a race. 

Amidst ringing phones and the clock’s steady tick,

She crafted her fate with her pen and PC, oh so quick. 

Her colleagues admired the strength that she bore,

As she fought through the chaos, always ready for more. 

In meetings, she stood with a voice rich and strong,

In the tapestry woven, she knew she belonged. 

Her courage was woven with threads of pure gold,

A symbol of hope, a story retold. 

In the shadows of doubt, she’d shine like a star,

An Indian lady clerk, brave and ajar. 

Through the seasons she toiled, in summer and rain,

Her heart like the lotus, unfurling through pain. 

When the Sundays arrived with a promise of rest,

She cherished her family, her heart’s truest quest. 

In the evenings, by lanterns, she’d scribble her dreams,

Of a world filled with kindness and glimmering beams. 

Sree, the clerk, with her visions unchained,

In each line she penned, new hopes were contained. 

Her laughter rang loud, like the drumbeats of old,

With friends by her side, their bond was pure gold. 

The struggles she faced, they lightened her stride,

For in unity’s heart, they would always abide. 

As the years fashioned wisdom, her journey took flight,

She ventured beyond, to scale every height. 

In conferences grand, with dignitaries near,

She spoke of her dreams, in a voice crystal clear. 

The lady clerk rose, like the dawn’s early light,

Transforming her world, chasing stars through the night. 

With a heart full of courage and a mind sharp as steel,

Her story inspired, her spirit to heal. 

Through cities and towns, her legacy spread,

A testament to those who still dream and tread. 

For Sree, the clerk, was more than her role,

She was a beacon of hope, a guiding, bright soul. 

So here ends the tale of her journey so grand,

Of the lady clerk, with a pen in her hand. 

For in every farewell, new beginnings arise,

In the heart of her story, the hope never dies.