When the natural nature of the eye finds a change,
It looks beyond the habitual range.
Beauty from within begins to bud,
The soul awakes with a new start.
The third Eye comes down in two windows,
Beams from Divine in the eyes flow.
The remotest azure hidden in us,
Begins to tease us with placid touch.
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