Spiritual face

Like the first drop of rain on the virgin sand,
Like the colors in the sketch of the landscape,
Like the fearless breeze of the mountain peak,
Your tender face lightens my whole day…

Soaked in a tinge of sacred simplicity
Amalgamated with the calm innocence,
Your angel eyes paint the image of
A world devoid of desire or sin

Such is the authority of your kind face,
That it aborts the rat race of the success,
It satiates the desperation of stardom,
It moulds the ambition into content.

Your face marks the start of nirvana…

Jay