In the theater of life, Nutan stands tall, A surgeon of souls where the heartstrings call. With scalpel of spirit, she cuts through the veil, A poetess kind where soft words prevail. Her mesmerizing eyes, a twilight sky, Casting shadows that question and beautify. In moments of anger, they burn with grace, Yet turn soft again in the kindness they trace. Her voice, authoritative, guides through the night, A melodic compass in a world of blight. With wisdom she binds what is broken apart, A healer, a poet, a soul with vast heart.