Angel of the Lord.

Angel of the Lord
In the cool early morning,
The temple bells ringing 
and telling that 
he is her lord....
lord.......lord........lord.

The colorful birds chirping
and saying that 
she is his angel....
angel .......angel........angel. 


In the flowing breeze,
the blooming tall trees 
with love rubbing the branches
and confirming that he is 
her lord......lord.......lord.
and that she is 
his angel......angel......angel..

In the moon-lit evening
soon he came;
without the knowledge of anybody
he filled the parting of her hair 
with sintoor,
garlanded her;
and  she in his embrace,
her heart with love to race.
Happiness overwhelming
sadness leaving the trace.

In the temple of love
and in his lap
the angel united with her lord.
Her lord and His angel
Happy union of the soul.

End of her long run
the river had to cover,
branching, joining and flowing
through hills and valley. 
Embracing her,
Rough sea turning calm,
and mating her
drop with drop
article with article
particle by particle
with blue sky above as attire
quenching their mutual desire.


Later, tired low tide
slowly gliding on the shore,
Drifting cloud,
Smiling silvery moon.
There .....,
The angel with her lord  !
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