a poem by Drsudarsan Damodar Prasad, India

A greeting to welcome the spring and its Goddess, Goddess Saraswati!

You tune my heart strings
Pluck my heart strings
Oh Goddess of the fine arts
Let pristine pure notes
And enchant
And echo the mellifluous
Pristine notes
Of your Veena*, the most auspicious

Its strings never rust or age
Nor does it ever cease
To float the divine strains
Which lead the music of the spheres
And keep the celestial objects
In their secure orbs
What magic, what a vision
What an apparition!

As I put my feeble quill to its daunting task
If my words cease to create magic
Then I am in need of silence
That is golden
To reflect and place my trust on
Your lotus feet for redemption
And inspiration!

Hail Oh Goddess Saraswati of music and fine arts, obeisance!
* A string instrument which is played by strumming the strings !

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