She
is a fresh whiff of air
Wafting
into the stale, stagnant square
fragrant
,sweet aroma filling up the nostrils
soothing
the frayed, battered nerves
bringing
succour and relief in droves
She
is icy cool breeze
Into
the life that lay a barren desert
Turning
it into a green meadow to walk on foot
It
feels just wonderful letting on the current
Caress
and embrace the soul in deep impact
She
is a refreshing draft
Sliding,
gliding over the mind’s valley
Lifting
the doom and gloom away
Lulling
the mood in great sway
Blowing
the dust afar keeping at bay
Easy
on the body, pleasant on the eyes
She
is anything but cool, nothing but cool, yes
A
welcome package knit into my being so nice
She
flies the skies, yet walks the ground
To
keep me company, keep me going round
She
is misty, quenching the thirsty me
She
is sweety, satiating the tasting me
She
is beauty, nourishing a hungry me
She
is magic, she is heaven, she is love
All
that transforms life into a thriving grove
-Mohan Sanjeevan
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