Her beauty is grandy-fied
She's not stingy!
Her tingy-tendy tender care
rewinds the hands of a clock
Like an eagle, she sees
brightly in clog of fog
soaring higher to watch
and to guard the element
for whom thou hast made
Her heart is not hard!
She lives to stir the heart of a bard
the unadulterated ocean
where elixir of life is fetched
giving succour and vendure
to the feeble minds
and downhearted
Purely, her heart glows as white as snow
An alter bedecked with transfigured
cloak where torrential love
and perfect peace flows
She's clothed in gold
An emblem and shield for cold
Not artifact but molded by "Olise" (God)
Her glistening splendour knows no transient
For her sake
Men shall not quake
A mystic proposal rests
on life's palm
begging for a renewal
and standstill
for heaven to open a new page
that'll pave way for longevity to thrive
On this mountain
men shall journey day and night
to relish the sweetness that
gushes out in it like fountain
they shall climb with vendure
never again to endure
the pangs of life's seizure.