The revelation is mystique
Like a moon-lit landscape
But the eyes of the mystic
See the whiter in white cape.
A face strewn with glittering stars
A forehead like the crescent
As distant as the moon and stars
Inhaling and exuding different scents.
Four limbs as the milky way
Spirals thrown out in the skies
An abdomen bearing nebulae
A blackhole amidst thighs.
The polaris, witness, bears
The culmination of all
Fixed on the celestial sphere
Doesn't itself rise or fall.
The eyes stoned with contempt
The mind rendered deprave
Paid for things to tempt
One of the most that is brave.
