Miracle of Divine

Ivory lilies blossom the pond,
Alluring the eyes of the dawn.
Pearls scattered on its leaf:
Fingers touch and water it is.

The feral grace of the tigress,
Piercing eyes of the feline enchantress.
And there prancing in the Savannah,
Peeks the gazelle with its innocent gaze.

Whiskered bulbuls perch on Gulmohar,
Alluding the dusk in the fold of flowers.
The canvas above dotted with stars,
Crescent smile of the moon melting the heart.

In this garden of dazzling life,
Descended Adam and his wife.
What some call sin, is a miracle of divine;
Magic isn’t it that love begins another life…