The sun was going to West to sleep
Moon was coming up in the sky
The splendour of the colours was still there
The path of bricks was perfectly paved
It was the time after the rain
A slow breeze had started flowing
The divinity was flowing in the air
Mysticism was spreading everywhere
The tiny drops had settled on leaves
The breeze touched me and leaves
Falling drops brushed my hair
Sending the chill across the path
I started walking slowly on it
Sparkling leaves were beading the necklace
Flowers started whispering to me
Held my hand and took me there
It is pure, it is beautiful
Absolute serene and perfect for me
Divine came down to walk with me
Magic of the moment still dancing in me
