My First Looking.... Poem by Vivek Tiwari

Sounding cataracts
Crystal bright
With delicate thunders
Like the image of some Beauty
Comes alive from the picture
To smoothen the heart
Curing of its darkened rust.
Hills with the heads heavenwards
Pray of their Love Clouds
Whose prayers listened
Fine responded
Embraced by bewitching Beauty
Heart to Heart
Soul to Soul....
Occasion rhythmed in chorus
By the colourful band of innocent singers...
Spring ever-lingering as
The best Hostess of youthful Beauty...!
Should I seek another reason
To rejoice the occasion
When all availed in single view
On first looking of bewitching Splendor...! ! !