Message of Saraswati
by Nuggehalli Pankaja
(Bangalore, Karnataka, India)
“Writer struggling, hear me clearly,
Sweat of brain yours yes,
But gift of brain mine “
Says so Saraswati, our ‘MOTHER DIVINE !’
“Each bead of mental-toil
Shed by man
Do I churn out
Into pearls priceless—immortal !”
Hear you, what the goddess says?
“That sweat tedious
Poured out by you in measure full-
Bringing forth
Strings and strings of gems
In rays and hues various !
Stop not at this my child.,
Allow it to ferret out,
‘The KOHINOOR’ forming somewhere
Somewhere . . . . . . . . .
In your mindscape. . . .
Hear you what Saraswati plays
on celestial veena wafting vibrations
through COSMOS-OH POET?
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