Her Mind Is A Dancing Puppet.. Dusmanta Choudhury

 

All that is glorious rises in her sky She is the one where all souls lie
What is the truth of light and dark ?
From the cloud her lightenings spark

Swings in the sky in a cloudy swing
Of white and black,the truth to sing
Falls from her lips the word so pious
In number her virtues are copious

Plays with the moon as her a ball
Surrounds with stars to win her goal
All days long and all nights long
All over the globe her ball she flung

Praised be her for a song she sang
All that the scriptures did not pang
Tresses of her hair is a black cloud
Her face, as if the lightening proud

As she knows all were born to die
And both may turn out untrue & fie
Still her mind is a dancing puppet
In the hands of God as affectionate

Copyright @Dusmanta Choudhury