O radiant one, your face is ever etched
inside my heart and never fades away;
it’s always fresh and never fails to fetch
my mind from places it might tend to stray,
but were it not for your beguiling grace.
Your lustrous eyes have mesmerized my soul.
A gesture of your hand–my sight will trace
and adulate–your movements make me whole.
Your incandescent smile’s my sword and shield
against all force of doubt or cynicism
in battle to compel my soul to yield
to apathy, conceding inner schism.
As incense wafts my prayers to the skies,
with love, my spirit flies and sheds disguise.
– by Rama Devi Marshall (USA)