When I look

Why is it so when I look at the skies -

I see the sun with your shining eyes?

When even the skies are dull in haze,

I see your eyes in invisible rays.

Why is it so when I look at the dial -

I see its face with your pretty smile?

When even the skies are as black as the tar,

I see your smile in invisible star.

Why is it so when I look at the height -

I see its view with your lovely might?

When even the landscapes are low around,

I see your might in invisible mount.

Why is it so when I look at the ocean -

I see its waves with your sweet emotion?

When even the day is too sultry like hell,

I see your emotion in invisible well.

Why is it so when I look at your face,

I see it with your so soulful grace?

When even events hide you amongst times

I see always you in my visible rhymes.