She lives in her own world, world that is beautiful still there are fairies in that world witches, goblins and godmothers too such is her world all around and she is the princess of all she is to be cherished remembered and looked after she is the dew on the rose, first rain drop to hit the ocean she is the pearl of the oyster she is the fresh snow she needs to be pampered, to be spoilt, to be looked after such is her world all around and yet she walks in this ghastly world and still maintains that princely dream as if she has seen that dream not only seen but lived one day a long long time ago…..
In her world there is no space for hatred she gets angry, but not vengeful, she has never known hatred she is but love incarnated and to inquire of her whether she had loved ever? she won’t know, cause’ all her life she has loved everything and everyone the same
she is not a coy princess though ’cause she knows a tantrum or two and when she gets mad, the whole of nature goes wild the oceans rise the earth shakes the mountains fall and the mere mortals plead for mercy I ask thy forgiveness princess… I ask thy forgiveness…
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,
Who are forgivers? Forgiveness belongs to those with a big heart, people of a strong heart, and powerful in mind; ambassador of peace and jocund, those with heart of kindness and people with milk of benediction. Can you forgive? Yes!
Petals are unfolding Soft crisp leaves are emerging Wonder is their lustrous green aura Milder is the mellow wind’s persona The wind is whispering love longs Into the ears of the emerging beauty The earth is holding on her roots
Thou bare beauty’s bride of immortals Thou enrapt silence of mystery, who can’t tell thy flowery history And Fair Youth? And unstinted admiration thou bear, All profuse versifiers to thy truth begotten, They lie; of thy mystic gracious beauty, swear.