Priestess of the Magical Hands:

Tiredness and exhaustion
rocks the life 24x7.
Sleeplessness the nights pass on
Days in mundane works, all tied up!
A break, alluring magic calls...

 Magic of hands, soothing-relaxing it was.
A touch, bursting the knots of tension zone.
Circular at times, to and fro!
Motion uniting with cosmos above!!!

Aroma of garden, she brings in.
Metamorphosing the world within,
Motive just one it had,
relaxing the Soul, bathing of temple it was!

Pressing the two windows, in lightness shut
engaging in healing sleep, one takes.
Her hands in vibration and warmth they move
feeling the senses in exotic smells,
Escape into a garden it was!

A ritual very rarely done
yet cleanses the temple well.
Liberation from all bonds it was
refreshes the body and soul
A Life! Anew it was, regenerating the Soul!

Poem inspiration: Priestess of Vama Clinic!
Pic Courtesy: Google