RoSid OS : Rain Angel

Caught the lightning,
Mixed its shine in the clouds,
and created a woman,
Then he let her walk the streets.
After creating
Such a woman here,
He lost all his imagination
To create another one and
Realizing it Brahma the creator gasped his breath.
The air that she breathes in
After caressing her life (heart) when returning back,
Attains divinity and transforms into music.
The rain drops after drenching her,
When traveling past her breasts and comes down,
Attains self realization and transforms into pearls.
Caught the lightning,
Caught the lightning,
Mixed its shine in the clouds,
and created a woman,
Then he let her walk the streets.

Catching
the moon light,
Dipping it in milk,
Dipping it in milk,
He created her cheeks.
Plucking all the flower in the world
Plucking all the flower in the world
and two balls ,
Making out of it,
He prepared this woman
Is beauty masculine or feminine?,
My doubt got clarified,
Beauty is definitely womanhood.
Poetry is the structure of language.
This assumption's validity broke today,
Poetry is the structure of a bachelorette.
Caught the lightning,
Caught the lightning,
Mixed its shine in the clouds,
and created a woman,
Then he let her walk the streets.

Catching fireflies
Catching fireflies
and fixing it in her eyes
and fixing it in her eyes
My darling, opened her eyes.
Grinding gold
in a grinder
Thinking it as turmeric,
and by applying it on her cheeks,
Why did she take my life away (with her beauty)?
Her beauty would seduce even the saffron-attired sadhu.