Saying 'touche...' while bowing to Her...

How can one be really ignorant?
How can one take away one's both eyes...
Mind's and the mortal one...
If She comes thus?
If She all Her beauty pours?
As if She had given a call
And one just had to respond...
As if She had worn Her another deified form...
Mesmerising...
Eye opening...
Transcending
And sending
Waves after waves of Her visual glory
For mortal heart
And invisibly bright feel that could last...
For centuries perhaps...

And one can only acknowledge that...
Bowing...
Kneeling...
'touche...'
Saying...

As if hit bad
And yet happy to be hit good...


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