In the garden of time, years softly creep, Yet bright are the days by memories we keep. Meeting Seema Mam, a beacon of light, With wisdom in her eyes, life's stories ignite. Her presence a warmth, like spring's gentle call, Echoes of laughter, we cherish them all. In the tapestry of life, her kindness we trace, A mentor, a guide, with a familiar grace. Long have we wandered through each tangled thread, To find her again, where inspiration is fed. Though time has distanced, the bond remains grand, A reunion in heart and a touch of her hand.