Seeing You the Luminous,

Seeing You
The luminous,
Is like seeing You despite all odds,
O how many times storms risen
How many times times got frozen,
Still You The Luminous
In Your Rising pious
Come to drop
Your red orangey gold,
O how You rise from Your Place that holds
Agape strong, compassion might,
O how You every day shine The Bright...

And me sees trees and those top floors
Of the city getting Your benediction painted birds where soar,
And a realise comes dropping like wonderful dime,
There might be brevity of time, still You, forever sing golden lines...

And autumn of festive colors me feels in the descent
Of Your shiuli, shaluk, foliage draping the cool air like essence...


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