Placed in the midst br Of a twilight zone br My vision went hazy, br My fancy disoriented, br And while my failed dreams br Were in desperation br I had a glimpse br At the loveliest of faces. br Under a white veil. br br I stole a glance of the loveliness br Of the countenance benign, br While lamenting br Over the distorted reflections br On the fragmented glass remains br Of my dreams br Of phenomenal dimension, br Which I had fondled br And renewed over the years. br br Through your white veil br I stole a glimpse br Of a fascinating amalgam br Of beauty and compassion, br A flowerbed br Of exclusive red roses br Of dewy-freshness br Clad by a thin pall br Of a late winter snow br Of Kashmir Valley. br br Through your white veil br I had a glimpse br Of the last oasis br Of my life br In the midst of br A harsh and fiery desert. br br Through that white veil br I rejoiced the sight br Of a gorgeous painting br Drawn by a ceremony br Of profound colours. br br Under the white veil br I had again a glimpse br Of a fairy of Ajanta fresco br Full of exquisite tenderness br And love of beauty. br Yet, always with a suspicion br Of something deeper br And transcendental. br br Beneath the white veil br That embellished your face br Like a patch of snow cladding br The upper reaches of your abode br I had a glimpse br Of your soil and scenery br Of reflection and reality br In full bloom.br br R.