The early morning sun, pristine as ever
Orange He is; majesty that fades never.
The dancing river; her ballet defines grace
The tireless journey; her equanimity I embrace.
The blooming flower; her petals rose and soft
Beauty that decays with time; the placard of life aloft.
The happy bird; her song mellifluous and divine
The cow chews and listens; lazily artistic and bovine.
The moon after the twilight glory; her feminine radiance makes beauty jealous
The Creator doth think of all this beauty frivolous
Coz He made my GIRLFRIEND.
Srivathsan
