My eyes catch thee
Who shines like diamond
Resting in the palms of a tree
An angel from heaven.
A gentle breeze caresses
Pretty flowery tresses
And murmurs a lullaby
Before bidding you goodbye.
Sunlight dances merrily
On your delightful round body
Birthed by the clouds above
Before they let you go
To the bosom of the earth
Where you shall eventually find
Solace, salvation and mirth
Below, reaching your kind.
-©Surya Ramachandran
Under The Peepal 
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