The girl A beautiful blessing to the blind world, She dances with the grace of winds. Like swaying the leaves and grazing the grass, She moves many hearts as she swings As a free bird flocking the skies high, She leaps with a greater ease. A rhythm pervades every sound of nature, To embellish the song she sings. Like intense rays scorching the earth, She looks with a passion fervid. They make it rain for a greener birth; Her love is indeed concealed. Her divine beauty ornaments the nature; It is bliss to a poet’s heart. My heart has just one wish, To see her till I last….