Vision Poem by Rajpal Singh

The blue skirt that she clad
Embellished her with elegant charm.

The white cloud with silver-linings
Wrapped her body for she not being shied.

The scattered light from water drops
Painted her with seven shades.

The God of breath with gentle breeze
Was fanning her to give her ease.

The chirping birds were singing their songs
To lull her to nightly sleep.

I drank her beauty, lost my sense,
And flew high to hold her hands.

Amid the clouds I found me breaking thru waves
To clasp her against my chest.

Soon I felt my body being shaken,
And opened my eyes to find my Vision gone in vain.