Her coming by Rahul

Someone comes to my garden of life

With her first tender magical touch

Sowing the seeds of bliss and joy

And casting the spell over the gloom to make it vibrant blaze ,

When nature welcomes her with its undulating arms of rapture.

The goddess of spring inundates in dancing steps
And slowly showers the petals of roses
At the serenading song of the oceanic wave ,

When the wind spreads the message of her presence ,
Carrying the floral fragrance from her idyllic face.
As the sun flower simpers in a torrid mood at the winking of her bridal eyes.

The dream of autumn comes to its reality of joy,

And the rain sways by spreading its unbridle rhythm.

Her coming seems as if an angel lands on earth .

Glittering in the carven chariot with its fretted wheels.

And it appears as the gardens hung in the sapphire of skies,

And enthralling dream spreads from gilded dusk to argent dawn

Where jewel-lamps flickers on golden walls of inamorato sky

As the tardy night sparkles with brilliant hues.

Dimly she glides before the eyes of thirsty mind

To capture the gloomy grief between the banks of sleep

And to flow the imperial spaces of eternal joy.

When the breeze dances in its stirred grass lands,

And the low sweet inarticulate voice of the earth

In the great ardour of her sun kissed trance,

When the eager mind is sozzled with ecstasy.