Grace

Yesterday, my history teacher

told that around

thirty five thousand years ago

art took birth on earth.

And I got surprised

how this world took the perfect time

to bring you out

for me.

Like the symphonies of Mozart

and rhapsodies of Paul Whitman

entwined at the perfect time,

perfect place,

to raise your soul.

Like the dream of Genghis Khan

to conquer the world

rested for a while and

revived again, at the perfect moment

to mould your heart.

Like Leonardo da Vinci

time travelled to the exact era

to get inspired by your beauty

and sketch Mona Lisa.

It feels like the Pandavas found

their strength to fight

by the vigour of your thoughts.

Like the Jews acquired

the nerve to rebel,

roused by your boldness.

Never have I yearned for someone

so profoundly,

like I've done qualification course

in yearning.

And excelled with grace.

©Mulberrywords