Poem: An angel in Aravalli

I saw an angel, in blue, in the valley of Aravalli…

Breathing, exulting, embracing, who live her life full, with a spirit of fighting bravely...

Trees were joyful and birds were singing, to welcome her for arrival…

Like they have waited long for this spring, all expressed for this admirable…

She sat on a stone, shining like a polished pearl…

Left her tresses opened, to strike an air, on a straightened curl…

But, she was lone with her pain…

I sensed, she came to fight with a grey blue cast cloud, which has remained, for long, in her vein…

She was looking like an adorable child…

Who, after fighting with her dear go wild..

By the look in her eye,

I felt, she had been strucked by the fever which made many other die…

Being a lover of wood, I was there somewhere beside, looking at her with a distance…

I wish I were an artist, I could make her painting, in parlance

A lady with a full of beauty, I know

It’s hard to imagine, how long God took to make her of snow…

I wish I were a poet, I could write my feelings of expression…

I wish I were a musician, I could have set a music tune for her in my composition…

I wish you could have listened the chorus line of my heart, which I sang for her..!!!

 “You are on the land of steep slope and mountain peak,

May you find here someone to care and to pat on your cheek”…