Written By Neelam Chari
Even the sunrise is dim in front of you
You give your shine to heaven’s golden eye
Illuminate the skies so deeply blue
and the spring by your charms you beautify.
A rainbow conjured by a light drizzle and some sun
won’t ever stir my soul or move my heart
as the sparkling shrine of your glory has done:
making me leap by your enchanting art.
Behold thou this envious melting snow
see these jealous bluebells and daffodils,
They all fail to possess your grace and glow
nor do they have your enthralling beauty that kills.
So grateful to almighty you must be
As devotedly lord created your magnificent self.
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