The awesomest of them all,

And knowingly or unknowst to her,

All her hearts belong to her.

Shilpa her name is pronounced 

And a true namesake she turns out.

An artist ,weaving our hearts,

In a tapestry from which friendship starts.

Perfectly crafted in her innocense,

A model girl with impeccable sense.

Follows the omniscient universal laws,

So strong willed ,when needed impossible to thaw .

Quitely lost ,coming back with a “kya?”

The KC’s have rigthly christened her MAELA.

Born from the ancient language ,

It lets us ,her true nature guage.

Perennially  lost in her own world,

We must from there recall,

Her to remain with us ,mere fleshmen.

And grace to her enlightenment.

Silently absorbing ,learning quickly,

She does evolve astonishingly ,

And her degrees like that from winter to summer ,

Rise unabated,surprising all her peers.

And loved wherever she goes,

All i can say  

“Shilpa ,may you always be happy i pray”

And i go back to this unfair life,

With the hope that of herself she gives a slice.