Quietly she releases waves of fascination

And her aroma heals the deterioration

She whispers to my heart in appreciation

Live life the way you want… Yet she says, I am not the only one.

 

In the darkest of the hour she blossoms like light

No rivalry with anyone, she offers pure delight

Whoever knows her, call her divine in their own right

She tenderly touches my heart… Yet she says, I am not the only one.

 

Like clouds she is soft, and yet with full of content

She is a healer and that’s her only beautiful intent

A medium she seems and perhaps my penchant

She appears omnipresent… Yet she says, I am not the only one.

 

It’s in her eyes the whole cosmos looks submerged

From the divine fire she is like a goddess emerged

To a dying heart she is like the last prayer urged…

A wish wished by a wisher… Yet she says, I am not the only one.

 

A sigh in heart and a wish on mind, lips articulate

Conundrum it appears and so is the gullible fate 

She sends sparkle to the eyes; a checkmate…

Fairies are for the fortunate… Yet she says, I am not the only one.