“A woman of my dream”

From heaven above down on the earth she will fall,

In her attire of angel’s favorites;

With the veil of unmasked widened lips

And the cascade of her pale hair

Escorting her gleaming beauteous visage,

She shall parch on the earth.

Not with wings but divinity

She shall glide high;

And with virtues, she shall murder vices

In me, in the cruel society and in the

Mind of filthy bachelors who, with devil’s plan,

Plunge into the depth of her deep marbled eyes.

With the fork of her faith

Pivoted at the floor my love,

She shall eject the magic to put the devils

Residing in me to deep slumber,

Never to rise again.

With the angelic manners she shall sow

A seed of divinity

In the fertile soil of my thoughts and ,

 Heal the pain and evade the evils

With her aroma of the ripe fruits

Of those seeds.

She shall find a home in my heart

And walk but with me,

 In every click of arms in the clock.

Into these realities of divinity,

Let my dreams revive and abide on my mind

O lord! Rouse me from the slumber

 To see her sit beside me;

 And when the next dusk falls,

With her lullaby of love and care: o lord!

  Let me into slumber again to dream again.