HERS IN UNIVERSE : SONNET 64

My eyes behold her 'cross the universe,

Its forms and colors -- in fiction and fact,

In her as I discover its true source,

Resources -- things that lie and things that act:

Like stars she twinkles and like moon she blooms,

Like seasons she alights with fruit and flowers,

In streams she meanders, soars in flights of plumes,

Settles she deep in planet's blues and bowers.

But wrath if now, then tears do grab my eyes

When her's leaving of me does hunt me down

As marvels of Nature with goods and glees

Do turn to ashes or in tears do drown.

Even so, eyes thrust out of that mortal burden

For lifeful views of her in the whole of Creation.

-- N. P. SAMAL

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