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….