The Blessed Maiden Poem by Sanidhya dwivedi

She the blessed maiden, sitting gracefully appears ravishingly
resplendent as phoebes perched on her throne,
As a drop of dew sits upon a leaf,
on a mystical, foggy winter morning
irradiating iridescently as the first ray of the sun touches it, the mere sight of her
fills me with warmth from soul to every living cell of my being..

Is this light truly her's? i wonder,
Are you an earthly being? i ponder
or an
angel wandering this plain,
sent from heaven with all your pulchritude
insane..
O a mere mortal as me is far
from fathoming your aura this serene,
What they call a heavenly spirit now i know,
For a mere glance of these incandescent eyes
will make even the darkest abyss glow...