Golden gates! A wanderer's prayer

And as I went beyond

Hardly expecting the sight before me -

The most wondrous lawn!

Flowers and fruit trees abounded

Spring was eternally there,

And besides a fountain, playing

On her lyre, a maiden fair.

Unruly hair struggling against

Coiled knot so tight,

While escaped tendrils laughed

All around her face in delight.

Brows against forehead-

Dark arches of expression.

In speechless conversation

A most comprehensive lesson.

Doe-like eyes,

Lurking fear their loyal guard,

Yet that truant hint of friendship,

To contain he finds so hard!

God fell short of perfection

For the nose tht he would need

Threw down chisel, frustrated,

From the scene to recede.

Lay himself down and rested

And dreamt the perfection

Refreshed, skill reaffirmed,

Went back to it once again!

A thousand blossoms on deceiving lips,

As they sat upon the chin

For well they distracted unsuspecting mind,

From the string of pearls within.

And innocent beauty sat there,

Of her effect quite unaware,

And music left her subtle fingers,

And slipped into the lyre.

And Sun forgot he was due west,

And the winds forgot the clouds

Squirrels forgot to collect the nuts,

And flowers, in blooming, paused.

Birds ignored angry open mouths,

And trees, their leaves in delight danced,

The water sang a gurgling song

And deers - in joy they pranced.

No clocks to harness their harmony,

No mundane needs to meet,

No omens of impending disaster,

For no disaster down their street.

God wot that I had stayed there,

My strung up soul to unwind,

But while Heaven's gates are still far away,

There's eternity on my mind.

~Glory Sasikala~