May thou be hit by his arrow;
For thou have been longing for;
Pain shall not be the feeling;
Thou shall no more endure.
High on the bright cloudless sky;
Flies not an Angel,but a white bird;
The dove shall visit its devotee;
Outside thou can hear its songs.
Shapeless grey matters hanging;
Constantly playing with themselves;
Seven,they are in all in communion;
Thou shall lie serenely in them all.
The sun illuminates the whole world;
Thou true smile will suffice for us all;
Darkness shall not be housing us;
For Mary dwells inside thou Lady.
Angelic are thou sweet lady;
Never have we seen that again;
Unique art thou sweet Lady;
For there shall never be two sun.
*Poem written while looking at the mirror.
Ashvin Ramgoolam 
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