Reason For Existance Poem by Nima Tharchen

She untied it, puff! Opened her hair
Flutter like prayer flags in the air
Drifting in cold Himalayan air
Like if it did not care
Her hair falls on her face
To give me a piece of heavens taste
Swish! She turned, her eyelash like Arabian scimitar
One look at her dreamy eyes
It would undoubtedly leave a scar
Her mysterious beauty that of angels and gods
Her voice like an orchestra played in chord
I believe that God made thee
To make my overcast life lively
And God made me
To write and savor your beauty.