Satrika wrote of Sevetha ~ poem

Sevetha, and when she walks by dawn 

The newborn sun cannot compare

And delays to wake and yawn 

Until after she has gone 

Sevetha, and when she walks by day 

Flowers turn away in shame 

For they cannot compare to her beauty 

That blossoms in the burning noon 

Sevetha, and when she walks by twilight 

The stars do not shine so bright 

For they are dimmed by the light 

That shines from her eyes 

Sevetha, and when she walks by night 

The darkness melts and hides away 

For nothing can touch her 

This lady of love and light 

Sevetha, and when she walks among them 

The kings of men all stop and stare 

For riches and kingdoms and mortal queens 

Cannot hope to compare 

Sevetha, and when she walks at the end of the world 

While the earth is shaken apart 

As the fires burn and mountains quake 

And the skies are rent asunder 

She takes my hand 

And the end stops for a moment 

So she may kiss me a final time

Standing on a lush green Earth 

Underneath a clear blue sky