The Divine Form
The head of flowers
Blossoms our thoughts
Like a plush of garden
The forehead of white
Nips our sins
Like a slash of ax
The eyes of brightness
Cuts the darkness in us
Like a swish of a sword
The face of serene
Freshens our heart
Like a lush of green
The voice of music
Shows us the way
Like a flash of lightening
The hands of bless
Livens up our life
Like a blush of a rose
The heart of gold
Soothes our soul
Like a gush of love
The body of lean
Makes us active
Like a flush of youth
The legs of Lotus
Surrenders our ego
Like a crash of wave.