In the shadows of her eloquent grace,
Words dance, leaving an indelible trace.
With each verse, she conquers the night,
A beacon of hope, so pure and bright.

Her voice, a melody of strength and might,
Echoes through time, a guiding light.
Every syllable, a step to be free,
In her words, we find our decree.

Through trials and tribulations untold,
She weaves a tapestry of stories bold.
A testament to the power of the pen,
Her legacy, a gift again and again.

Oh, Maya, with wisdom profound,
In your verses, solace is found.
A poet, a warrior, forever known,
In the hearts of many, your spirit has grown.