In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
Her voice still echoes, fierce and bright.
Maya, your words woven with grace,
Have left an indelible mark on time and space.

Through struggles faced with unyielding might,
You rose, a beacon in the night.
With every poem, every story told,
Your spirit remains, strong and bold.

The world feels emptier without your song,
Yet your legacy carries us along.
In every heart you touched with care,
Your presence lingers in the air.

As we bid farewell, we hold you dear,
In every tear, in every cheer.
Maya, though you’ve taken flight,
Your words will always guide us right.