Sonnet: Heaven 's Immaculate

How well it looks when combed, the hair of man!
The lawn that’s green and mowed quite recently!
The lovely plaited hair of a woman!
The furrowed soil made by tractor, gently;

How well it looks a macadamized road!
The field ready for harvest, weeds all plucked;
The crane's pulley-lifting a heavy load;
The man wearing a tie and with shirt tucked.

How well it looks, the body spick and span!
The tranquil mind whose thoughts are always clear;
The purified and sinless soul of man;
The human heart whose love is crystal-pure.

Heav'n- abode of God's immaculate;
To enter, souls must be stringently fit.

by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.