What’s in a name?
His name is what he is
Rishi, a saint, no one better than this
His actions that of his name
Innocent, compassionate, loving
Words match his tender existence

All he wanted was for peace to be among his kin
All he needed was the affection of one swan
To fit his half and make him laugh
He never asks for much, or rather nothing at all
But he prays and prays for the good of everyone
Standing alone, yet he fights for them all

His eyes gentle, like those of a lamb
His voice charming, like a nightingale at hand
His hands that offer so much, is soft to the touch
His smile, oh that smile beckons so much
His laughter rare, a sound that should last forever
Someday soon he shall have just radiance for his cover


His mind that ticks like a well-functioning clock
Takes no time to pause or stop
Apprehensive that his will may be dropped
Yet he strides onward, pushing past fears
His courage brimming over the top
No one knows how many battles he fought

The Lord is with him
And he with the Lord
What he doesn't realize
Is that he an Angel of Love
One that is surrounded by the cold hearts of loss
There, there       -  Handsome Dove,
They will all melt, sorrow will be tossed.*

6th, July , 2014   12:01 pm.