With same dense clouds You arrived,
Filling up the universe.
On heaps of ebon and more ebon,
Covering with color the firmament.
To Earth You are the gift of Paradise;
You conferred verdure by flow of life.
On summer's ruthless meteor-strikes,
You came, coating tenderness.
Fantail spread dances the peacock of mind
To cadence and music when You are in sight.
He wants naught, just to give does he desire;
With every cumulus, by thought of You excited.
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With every twist of fate, upon Him I meditate.
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