In the roaring storms and pouring rains,
When wild winds whirl and skies seem drained,
When thunder's sound shakes the earth's embrace,
And chaos reigns in nature's space.
When rain pours in merciless streams,
And all around me is lost in dreams.
When even the earth begins to quake,
And every surface, every river and lake,
Is tossed about with forceful might,
Yet through the storm and darkest night,
The face of her is divine and eternal grace,
Remains unchanged in time and place.
Her beauty, like the morning's light,
Shines brighter than the storm's deadly fight,
A guiding star in the wildest gale,
A love that's true will never frail.
No cyclone wild, nor flood so vast,
Can break this bond that's meant to last.
For in my heart, her spirit stays,
Unshaken by life's violent ways.
Through every storm and life's test,
In Her beauty is my constant rest,
A goddess of the endless skies,
Whose radiant charm, my heart never denies.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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