Poem by Rajashree Mohapatra
There she is …
Where wind streams amid the hills
Upon the boughs , cherries shine
There angels sing to reveal mysteries
A joy, filled in rain drops silently drizzles.
There you find a budding rose
Sovereign of beauty,
under the heaven as she grows
An earthly flower , smiles on thron .
Glorious days carve verses
Upon the strand they are engraved
Inlay of desires with gold and gems
Emeralds melt to ivory waves
There she rises from her blissful bed
Between shadow and light to reign
When she sings , music is still
In her note , you breathe soulful glee.
Like the sun she is ever new
every morning , a refreshing dew .
Her dreams dance in meadows green
She is there with her songs of love eternal yet divine.
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