Reform

When through a vertical crack In my window a streak of ray Enters into my room and sleep As a lazy lass on the cold floor; You must come out with your Hair trailing behind in wind And release fragrance of youth Opening up your heart as a flower; The persistence click of latch Would drag me out from bed And clinks of your anklets send Amusing notes to the surly birds; You must throw a smile at cloud That tarries to catch a glimpse of Of an angel with reserved hills All around stand like rude guards; Murmuring of a nearby stream With its perennial flow down to The point where from a stretch of Verdant green just about meet the sky; You must with your soft embrace Gather the immensity of an existence In your heart and to every tiny being That seeks love you should not deny.