The Daring Nymph

Under the dark opaque and thunderous sky,

The trees stand tall with utmost height.

The devil of the dark is challenging to confront.

If a soul can throw him out of the bounds of the jungle.

As if accepting the call of the devil herself 

There comes a kind and beautiful mistress.

With all the dainty features and an alluring walk.

She guides the poor creature through the dark.

There she moves at the deer's pace.

Flicking her slim waist to and fro.

She moves all unguided and unweaponed.

God only knows the sheer source of courage.

Maybe she is too innocent to guess any danger.

Or finds her strength in all kind gestures.

Maybe she finds confidence in her top-notch beauty.

Or being a devil herself luring the evil deity.

Beauty in itself beautifies the world.

Compassion indeed quenches the unnoticed thirst.

The innocence is music soothing to the mind.

A man full of arrogance undermines this sight.

The dark evil wins over the fairy angle.

The lust for power avariciously cladded over.

To fulfil the prejudice in utmost comfort,

The flower is crumbled, and the love is tattered.

Barring the Earth from its graceful needs

Can we survive even in our dreams?

Procreation is done out of love and kindness.

Is it the end in case the devil brightens?