An enchantress bathes in the fresh dew
shrugging off nights fatigue as tender rays.
She bloomed as a sunflower in the morning grace
resembling charm of a danseuse in poised posture.
With all her innocence and freshness
She conceals her grin on the curve of her lips
that spills sweetness of wine as nectar.
A drunkard’s ephemeral glimpse of venerating of GOD.
There is a mystery in her enigmatic laugh
travelling whole world as echoes of windstorm
evetually the ripples fade in the distance as silence.
She sings melodies of nightingale’s rhythm
and spring follows in euphoric love
to bloom as paradise in a vagabond’s dream.
Her tender finger grew as a creeper
and softness of her touch becomes an elixir
to heal the wounded soul as fragrance.
Her eyes mirror the abyss of an ocean,
her emotions pour as monsoon rain.
Her love wets barren heart by making it fertile.
A definition of perfect maverick’s esoteric act.
She is a diva living as an exemplary
in the bubbles of every moment
that burst and forms in the travails.
Her white robe sways as moon light
while floating in the clouds of eternity
resonating pristine glow as splashes
camouflaging night’s darkness.
She remains as a divine silhouette
in the hearts of poetry lovers..
© Maya Dev