blooming days

Look at how the rain droplets trickle

washing away all sorrows

n bringing in a tide of joy

for the day hath come

when the angel sends blessings

we are all lucky to experience it

for how could god have considered us worthy

of a person so delicate

that a feather would whither away in shame

yet so strong that nothing can deter her

so soft and warm

that when she looks at you

it feels like first rays of the sun caressing you gently

so sweet and caring

that you'd see a mother already inside her

so pretty

that all you want to do is look at her all day

so beautiful

like the blooming flowers of an early spring morning

and a voice so melifluous

that nightingale would want to fly away into nothingness

Look at how the rain drops glisten in the morning

for the sun is shining.. and shining out the clearer

for she has woken up

and so have the flowers and the birds

so has woken up the world!