O my Love! You are one of the finest fabrics of the Natureloom,
For, in your blithe presence a billion buds of Beauty so wilfully bloom!
Never do the dark blinds dare to fall, or sadness sadistically looms,
For, on your august arrival, gallops away all the agonising glooms!
O my Love! You are one of the beatific beads of Nature's diamond rings,
Your Monalisan vivacity maddens millions of monarchs, emperors, and kings!
You are a rare model of fairness for the connoisseurs of aesthetic excellence,
Ah! Without you, Beauty lacks soon much of Its inherent and inevitable essence.
Ah! A quick and gleeful glance of yours, a world of beatitude brings,
Through your magical vocal chord, a melodious Nightingale sings,
At your heavenly touch a cuckoo's symphony resonates and rings,
Oh! Yours being in one's life is, irrefutably, one of enviable blessings!
Thus, I thank you not more than He Who has moulded meticulously for me you,
Who has made you to remain in my heart forever, like dew drops fresh and new!
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra 10.10.2021
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