Rani Day!

Rani, calm storm rising through pale noon
on wings of purplish cloud
spreading into bright red rose
slow and steady,
soul of spring and fall,
pure substance of live worth.

Rani, lightning flash,
blinding wrong
to make right,
her mind her light,
always sweet rose
of perfect pose
for worship’s sight.

Rani’s eyes and face
keep their high place
and do not change.
Wind blows,
Sun glows,
Truth knows,
Life shows
Rani.

Poet’s words are weak to say
why there should be a Rani Day,
for each dawn struggles free to rise
and look again on Rani’s eyes.

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