Santosh Kumar Biswa - WHITE DOVE

White Dove
An Anthology of Love, Peace, Fidelity and Humanity by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Divine Choir
Not through the red rug, but the sky beam
I struck the smooth flight thru' the galaxy high
And my chassis near my tomb lie inculpable.
The way, so pleasing, the blinking stars to see
And their beamish grins to cherish my advent
With divine guard of honor by angel's twins
And their whispers on my ears, so dégagé.
In gentleness all comets glared us in delight
And the heaven's gates with their broad arms
Like to a monarch to greet upon the arrival.
Bracing my mother wit and the path so bright
The gayety in me augmented like a semitone
And the whispers satiated with discernment
Of my deeds that pleased for my unveiling.
The second, on my left 'bout my pristine mind
Social in itself - the mitt granted for the indigent
Then the choir from the heaven's gate to bid
Until the common hall for the grand success
And to join the choir for those left on the dirt
For divinity to betide for ataraxic to override.
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