Rhythmical spray of sunray shines
Against the spirit of vaporising rains,
In one corner of the heavenly aperture
Nature has performed wonder as a painter,
Beautifying vast canvas with seven brushes
On each arch\'s end she left some openings,
Where people go and colour their wishes.
Ringing bells were heard from below
As if to celebrate this enchanting show,
Immaculate arrays of reflections we saw,
Not disappointing whoever she encountered,
Bestowed panoramic splendour ever lingered,
On the back of my eyes she does appear
When she can\'t be seen there anymore.
Rendezvoused with the sky-ribbon
And blew her few kisses of admiration
In infusing the collage into our domain,
Now I am more sensual to brilliant colour
Believing even her miraculous healing power,
Obviously she likes this celestial arena
Where her audiences love her persona.
