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DIVINE DIFFERENCE

I'm different from you, from him, from the other;
We three are different from every other;
And different are we all from each other...
The mix'd design of Nature that we all differ
By blood, by choice, by grade, by kind, and contour.
The differences then benignly 'oeuvre'
Into the unifying force of Nature...

 Like floral oneness beautifying the garden,
Like the chromatic union in the heaven,
The stars as they unite for loving nocturne,
And symphony of notes in charming fusion
That we assimilate into each other
By the rhythmic force of the 'Cosmic Dancer',
That we combine our unique verves and measures
For thrusts of Nature forward the Divine Course...

 Diversities make the tenets of Creation,
In differences lies dynamics of Union;
With Odds are form'd the Supreme amalgam -
A link is each in the Eternal Spectrum.

 Spread the kaleidoscope of sacred Nature
The paints of the Absolute Benefactor
That shift on for organismic fluorescence 
Over the deathly insipid indifference.

 Behold I happiness of the diverse breeds,
Their treaties in the warmth of the marine steads;
Grieve that the glories of such natural canvas
We miss with the intent of devils to whitewash !

 The home is home we lovingly belong,
Sorrows we share, and prides and joys among;
With bonds for Order'd Fragments that we live
Different for the Creation to survive...

    - N P Samal

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