Mysterious Devi Poem by Subrata Ray

One love that ocean outdoes,
As all darkness goes out with sun's focus.
My lady's love is beyond the map,
It abridges earthly and heavenly gap

She is a river for ferry boats,
And carries light and heavy boats.
Her face equals to mystery ever seen,
A far-land island, enchanting green.

Lovers covet to soothed with her eye,
Very few succeed those who try.
Hers is the garden of souls harvest,
Among the followers, -the saints are the best.