Maa Durga
In Hinduism, Durga (Sanskrit: द ु र ् ग ा , Durgā , meaning 'the inaccessible'[1] or 'the invincible'; Bengali: দ ু র ্ গ া , durga) or Maa Durga (Bengali: ম া দ ু র ্ গ া , ma durga, meaning 'Mother Durga') 'one who can redeem in situations of utmost distress' is a form of Devi, the supremely radiant goddess, depicted as having ten arms, riding a lion or a tiger, carrying weapons and a lotus flower, maintaining a meditative smile, and practicing mudras, or symbolic hand gestures.An embodiment of creative feminine force (Shakti) , Durga exists in a state of svā tantrya (independence from the universe and anything/anybody else, i.e., self-sufficiency) and fierce compassion. Kali is considered by Hindus to be an aspect of Durga. Durga is also the mother of Ganesha and Kartikeya.She is thus considered the fiercer, demon-fighting form of Shiva's wife, goddess Parvati. Durga manifests fearlessness and patience, and never loses her sense of humor, even during spiritual battles of epic proportion
'Durga' love that name,
I remember the character in one of Sathyajit Ray's film Trilogy! 'Pather Panchali '
Apu and Durga share an affectionate brother-sister relationship. Durga, as the elder sister, cares for Apu with motherly affection, although she does not spare any opportunity to tease him. They share the simple joys of sitting quietly under a tree, running after the candy man who passes by ringing bells, viewing pictures in a bioscope shown by a travelling vendor, and watching a play by a travelling troupe of actors. In the evenings, they can hear the whistles of trains far away. One day they run away from home to catch a glimpse of the train. The scene depicting Apu and Durga running through Kaash fields to see the train is one of the memorable sequences in the film.While playing one day in the bushes, they discover their Aunt Indir lying dead there.Harihar, unable to earn adequately in the village, decides to travel to nearby cities to search for a better job. He promises Sarbajaya that he will return with enough money to repair their derelict house. During his absence, the family sinks even deeper into poverty. Sarbajaya grows increasingly lonely and embittered. The monsoon season approaches and storm clouds gather. One day, Durga dances playfully in the downpour for a long time. Soon she catches cold, and develops a fever. With scarce medical care available, her fever continues and eventually on a night of incessant rain and gusty winds, she dies. Harihar finally returns home and starts to show Sarbajaya what he has brought from the city. But Sarbajaya, who remains silent at first, breaks down at the feet of her husband, and Harihar screams as he discovers that he has lost his only daughter. The family decides to leave the village and their ancestral home. As they start packing, Apu finds the necklace that Durga had earlier denied having stolen. He throws it into a pond. The film ends with Apu and his parents riding a slow ox-cart to their new destination.
*Quoted; 'Wikipedia'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Goddess Durga - Prayer
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
you, the invincible power!
you are strength of deities
you destroy all the fear.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
you, the mother of universe,
It's you who takes care of it
and removes glooms of hearts.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
universe is just your fraction,
You are the absolute of
creation, operation, destruction.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
without you life is no meaning,
Whoever remembers you
you arrive for their wellbeing.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
we're thankful what you given;
Keep away troubles and pains,
let your kindness be remain.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
be kind to accept our prayers,
Let always be your compassion
for blissful living of your creatures.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
let your world always be radiant,
Stay to protect everyone
everywhere and every moment.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
God's Ire
Every year I’m haunted by a doubt
Will this year’s Puja be a washout?
Feeling scared if her anger Ma Durga vents
By sending thunder and rain in torrents
Festivities spoiled, all joys marred
My dresses remain locked in cupboard!
With gloomy faces of people around
No pandal hopping on wet slushy ground
Confined at home, a very sad fate
Dating ma Durga merely on Net!
Now you may ask what causes her ire
The reason can be found not very far
Corruptions abound, crores of scam
How she can’t be angry and give it a damn!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
~ Paean ~
Pre Text: ~ Goddess Durga symbolizes the power of the Supreme Being that maintains moral order and justice in the universe. Durga stands for the unified symbol of all divine forces: ~ Strength, Morality, Protector &c.
In India women are given highest honor as embodiment of motherhood. Many Indian women instead of surname like to use Devi. Devi literally stands for goddess. [For info on Goddess Sri Sri Durga please Google]
Humble submission: ~ This poem is not word by word translation of hymns [Slokas] on Goddess Durga. I sincerely admit my incapability. Here I’ve blended with poetic elements. I’ve given transliteration of Sanskrit Slokas [hymns] in the beginning for interested readers. Hope you’ll find glimpse of Indian view to Motherhood. ~ niv
~ PAEAN ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
29 October 2010
Durga [Devi] Stuti [Paean]
‘Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Vishnu Maayethi Sabdita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha’ [1]
I bow again and again
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
The dweller in all beings
In the name of
Maya [Delusion] of God Vishnu. [1]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Chetanetyaabhi Dheeyate
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [2]
I bend inexhaustibly
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
The habitant in all livings
As actualization n’ realization. [2].
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Buddhi Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [3]
I offer aeonian obeisance
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
That blooms in all pscyche
In the form of cardinal intelligence. [3]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Nidraa Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [4]
I salute unflaggingly
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
The resident in all animates
In the form of salving sleep. [4]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Kshudhaa Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [5]
I genuflect perpetually
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
The catalyst in all anabolism
In the form of appetency. [5]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Chaayaa Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [6]
I prostrate repeatedly
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
That enlivens all lives
In the form of contemplation n’ meditation. [6]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Shakthi Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [7]
I submit tirelessly
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
The indweller in all livings
In the form of Arche Energy [Shakti]
The primordial originative power. [7]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Thrishnaa Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [8]
I consecrate incessantly
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
That existent inhabitant
In the form of salubrious thirst. [8]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Kshaanthi Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [9]
I offer accede endlessly
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
Who lives in all alive
In the clement form. [9]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Jaati Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [10]
I revere infinitely
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
Who populates in all existence
In the form of harmonizing race. [10]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Lajja Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [11]
I venerate unremittingly
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
Who exists in all animation
In the form of meek n’ modesty. [11]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Shaanthi Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [12]
I ruminate continuously
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
Who coheres all brio
In the form of spic peace [Shanti]. [12]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Shradha Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [13]
I esteem persistently
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
Who accelerates all inertic organisms
In the form of unshakable faith [Shraddha] [13]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Kaanthi Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [14]
I abide by boundlessly
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
Who vibrates in vividness
In the form of éclat n’ brilliance [Kaanti]. [14]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Lakshmi Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [15]
I fête boundlessly
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
Who becharms all creation
In the form of primo riches [15]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Vritti Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [16]
I ennoble immeasurably
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
Who flutters in all flora n’ fauna
In the form of gracile momentum. [16]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Smrithi Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [17]
I resign incalculably
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
Who matures all microcosms
In the form of ace memory. [17]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Dayaa Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [18]
I surrender in ad infinitum
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
Who is dominant in all DNA
In the form of mercy n’ benignity [Dayaa]. [18]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Tushti Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [19]
I awe unaccountably
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
Who imbues in all beingness
In the form of satisfactoriness. [19]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Matru Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [20]
I employ relentlessly
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
Who wombs all cosmos
In the form of Mother. [20]
Yaa Devii Sarva Bhooteshu Braanthi Roopena Samsthita
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [21]
I everlastingly cede
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
Who conceives all biotics
In the form of illusion [Bhram]. [21]
Indriyaanaamadhistaatri Bhootaanaam Chaakileshu Yaa
Bhooteshu Satatam Tasyai Vyaaptidevyai Namo Namaha [22]
I dedicate boundlessly
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
The all pervading goddess
Who continuously controls the
Senses of all protoplasm and governs all elements. [22]
Chiti Roopena Yaa Kristnam Yetadhyaapya Sthithaa Jagat
Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namaha [23]
I devote eternally
O Goddess Mother Durga ~
Who pervades n’ canopies this world and
Controls in the form of percept n’ knowingness. [23]
===
PAEAN ~ [Ancient Greece] a hymn of praise [especially sung in ancient Greece to invoke or thank a deity], a joyous song or hymn of praise, tribute &c
References: ~ Internet
~~~~~~~~
====
Copyr ight reserved by author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Moon, The Sun And The Fire
to the moon
i gaze the whole night
at the balcony of
this house
to the sun
i raise my arms and
close my eyes
to its power i see
red
and to the fire
within myself
i keep always
alive
to all these i
thank durga
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Goddess Durga
Goddess Durga
Astride on her tiger
in menstrual throes
She feels she has a
Tiger in her tank
But her retinue trumpets
that he lost his woodies
and that she should club
her Wood
~~~
Alex Nodopaka Mar©2010
AD Something
poem by Alex Nodopaka
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Devi Mahakaali
Hey Prakriti, Brahmani, Parasakthi
In the depths of the perpetual cosmos
Thou be the conscience and reality-ultimate
Thou be the spirit of creation and cessation
Thou be the genesis of affluence and refulgence
Thou be Durga, Lakshmi, Saraswthi
Yet what Thou be
To the ogrish panic of recurring atavism
What Thou be to the chaotic terrorism
Hey Devi
Invigorate macrocosmic to boom out
Fierce, black, multi-headed, multi-handed
Huge and dark like ageless kala(time)
Attired of demonic arms severed skirted
Ornately garlanded with demon-heads slayed
Edacious, quivering tongues of smoking fire
Terrifying with intensive swift blood-plops
Thine audaciously to destruct satanic devils
Munitioned whole of thine mighty dynamic
A dreadful persona handling a demon-head
Hey Mahakaali, be it the frightening threat
From the frowning brow of Durga
Furious Mahakaali hailing on
Triumphantly fulgent to slaughter
All demons and evil and satanic killers
Beware o' destroying attackers
Surrender, else be preyed
Praises to Thee Devi Mahakaali
Praises to Thee, hail to Thee
poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My first day in school
More than half a century ago,
the Monsoon showers had just brought relief from the sweltering summer,
just when I was dreaming of playing soccer whole day outdoors,
My Dad decided that I have to attend an elementary school.
I was dragged a mile by my older brother to my new school,
It would be my favorite Durga Temple converted into a school,
My dreams of a class with benches and chairs just vanished,
As we were sitting on the floor in open partitioned classrooms of the school.
I thought I would get a nice colorful uniform to wear to school,
but it looked like that the dress code was a futuristic dream,
At least every class had a black board bigger than my slate,
the teacher had a duster whereas I had to wipe the chalk with my hand.
The fear of some burly kids and nostalgia of home made me sad and homesick,
I could not stop crying and asking my teacher to let me go home.
I still remember the teacher with big black cane,
every time I cried to go home, I got a whack on my palm with his cane,
I could not stop crying, he would not stop whacking,
till I was sent in a distant corner for breaking the class rule.
Kneeling down in the corner, I dreamt of Mom and home,
I found comfort in the memories of joyous Durga Puja days,
I wished the Goddess would come alive,
and pierce the hands of the teacher with her big spear.
Finally the Tiffin time heralded the temporary recess,
the teacher came down and helped me open my Tiffin can,
He asked me to eat while he wrote something on my slate,
He hoped that it would keep me interested in his school.
After I finished my food, he handed my slate,
He had drawn a picture of a big smiling cat with whiskers and big tail,
He asked me to draw the cat on the other side of the slate,
I was so happy drawing the circles and lines whole afternoon,
I forgot I had a rough first day in school.
poem by Jay P Narain
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Colours of Love
LOVE is
Life and also death
Servitude and devotion
A poem and philosophy
Stony but also compassion
Commitment and treacherous
Cold and also fresh air
Sin and virtuous
Body and also soul
Attraction and effort
Happiness and also displeasure
Affection and affliction
Action followed by union.
Love can not be christened
Name it
Lose it
But when I see you as an embodiment of love
I see you as
Radha
Durga
Meera
Marriam
(2010)
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Festival
They Say:
It's Festive Time Today
Auspicious Durga Pooja Day
May be my time is not Right
Or my mood is not Festive
And hence - I've been
miserably crying away
all through the day.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Women
This world is, because of the woman
this universe is, because of the woman
nothing exists without the woman
our existence is, because of the woman.
Why being a woman then
should be humiliation?
Why a woman then
should face indignation?
always the woman becomes the prey...?
always the woman has no say.....?
The woman is a mother, also a mother–in-law
the woman is a sister, also a sister-in-law
the woman has many roles to play
a daughter-in-law perfects that night & day.
Why then a woman does
torture another woman?
Why does a ma-in-law
torches a daughter in-law?
Why does a woman destroy another’s world?
Why does jealousy overcomes a sister-in-law?
In the woman, power is manifest,
yet she is unaware and that is a jest.
she becomes Durga when in rage
telling everyone, she is no sage
the woman is where, awakening is there
her absence creates crematoriums everywhere.
Why do then a woman abhor the birth of a female?
Wants a child, whose gender is male?
the male is indebted to her for the courage and life
yet no rewards for the woman, her entire life.
This is the story of the woman, full of anguish
Plight of a woman is because of another’s wish
Exploitation of the woman could not have taken place
Had a woman given the other a little more space.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hurried judgment, curried thought
‘Animal sacrifice in Kali temples
and in Durga shrines is a disgrace! –
this is pagan savagery and
a shame to our pure souls!
*
(Please excuse the yellow smear
of chicken tikka on this screen;
chicken from a factory farm
that led a miserable life..
these lines were written in
righteous anger, and just after
a delicious Hindu meal.)
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Tiger
Like Durga with eighteen arms equipped,
Saddled on the back of a roaring tiger,
Slaying Mahishasura,
You strike terror in my heart
By your ways of virtue and power.
What invisible hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful syzygy?
I am more like the tiger,
But not the one your rode—
Rather, the tiger that sought
His humanity by roaming in a cave's darkness,
To eat nothing for one hundred days,
Unable to restrain my desire to wander
And explore what was enshrouded to me.
If I could be your tiger,
I wonder if I would no longer stray,
Learning to grasp ferociously
For the swelter that lies ahead,
Perhaps we could go headlong
Into battle and tame the jungle
Beneath our feet,
And in that weather,
Let us sweat and sink.
poem by Tim Stensloff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
As Usual
The sun was shining…
The breeze was blowing
As usual
The day was dawning
The dusk was falling…
As usual
The people were brisking
The people were frisking
As usual
You died.
My heart was grieving.
It was Durga Puja.
They were celebrating
As usual
(Dedicated to Steve Jobs. I miss him…)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Festival Navarathri
Durga, Lakshmi, Saraswathi
Decked up glittering with litanies
Dining
On the top of nine steps
With their friendly celestials down
Respectively
Accompanying a band of humans
And super-humans, flora and fauna
Environmentally resourceful
Of hill, river, park, play-ground
Amazingly even a city
Neat like the old of new excavation
At a concert of music
Braided long with Jasmine
Draped with silk skirt and saree
Bejewelled
Over a feast of 'Sundal' varieties
Blessing by turn of three each
In nine days
Partying on the tenth, the 'weapon-day'
Over the victorious demon-slaughter
Goddess Mahishasuramarthini ventured
poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Deity Of Deities
DEITY OF DEITIES
VAVROO VAHANA PATRA
Mother Mahamaya Devee Durga
Appears on Earth on Saptamee day Of Autumn
Beauteous is that dawn.
Devotees chant the Mother’s name
delightfully and prostrate at Her feet.
Children play with delight;
Devotees assemble before the altar,
under the Sun God’s cosy light.
The Mother listens to the pleas
of all, and satisfies their desires.
Poets too chant Mother’s name
with devotion and depict her great beauty.
The mother is the Deity of Deities, Supreme.
The Mother’s heart is soft and cosy,
She comes to shower love and affection
on all Devotees seeking her protection.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Oh! Woman, Know yourself!
oh my dear woman.... In my life I have seen many
forms of you.... you are the part of infinite and
another part is man... You are assigned with duty to
propagate generations and you
are mother earth and provide
fertile land for propagation of
life! You are soft, sensual and you are
the strength of man
And you have the strength to
make man stand or fall! You can be as pure as snow of
mountains white.. You are like ocean of love where
life rise and fall! You are the one who can guide
all, mend all and care all! You are always sharp and you are
the knowledge and you are the
gauge of foolishness of man! You make the home where a
man can see your skill of
converting hell into heaven...
You can make a man a king, with
your cool words from smiling lips
and shining eyes even when he has no kingdome,
no throne, has workout purse in
torn out his pocket! You are the one who can induce
and mesmerize the man and
make yourself his goddess
dwelling in his heart and him in
your heart You are the one can bear the
fruit, care the fruit!
And you are the fruit of man's
luck! Most able you are in reform of
mother,
And in her absence, sister is not
less!
He is strong only when he has
you as his prefix S for strength of he
S for Stamina of he,
S for Shield of he and
S for smile of he! You are the Goddess when you
are selfless
and you are the Durga when you
are protector! You are Sharada when you are
tearcher,
you are Ganga when you flow
your love.. You are the Sindhu when you
nurture the culture! You are the Earth when you
support and
you are the Goddess when you
forgive with your smiling face! You are the instructor and
distructor of ignorance! You are Goddess kali when you
decide to teach lesson You are civilization and you are
the instructor and you are the
distructor! And always you are lovable like
mother, the most charming and
loved form in the Universe!
You are not for sale or rental and
you are the goddess in the
temple of men's heart!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Flower To Auroville Mother-11
Arali(Nerium oleander)
You're too composed, meek and mild..
In gentle diffusion and secret spread
When your aroma rises around
In search a passer-by bewitched
Pink or red, single or double petaled
Glistening glory yours he astounded
In divine mood you're specially offered
By the surrendered to Durga and the Sun God
They say you're toxic in clusters fringed
Are you angels from heaven to earth expelled
Of fear I guess you're toxicant to self guard
Your use and medicament yet the known utilised
poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Devi Annapoorani
Franchised the godly three
The providential toy-factory
Plays ever through myths
Conceited high about their bureaucracy
Creating, protecting, recycling by their spirit alone
Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva thrashing
Power Goddess withdrew in anger
Goddess Shakti broke Her propriety
And power off; Toys of creation on cessation
Dark without Durga, Lakshmi, Saraswathi
Strength, food, knowledge became the absentees
Functionless gods triad agnised Shakti's supremity
Surrendered, thence food for soul to the triad
As well for the whole providential production
Kasi Lordess perpetually offering
Praise, salute Annapoorani
Annapoorani on shakti-peetah at Varanasi
Her clement poise of mercy
Ladling food -an endless potful majesty
Of soul and stomach who ever be hungry
Conceive of Annapoorani to hurry
Her eloquent smile to wipe out any worry
poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Through A Peek-hole
From high up on the hill
Goddess Durga oversees
The three intercepting canals
And the mighty river
Tears of an ancient
Personal sorrow
Flow into the river...
The surrounding hills
Jutting into the river
Stood mute witnesses
To those dark shady nights
Absorbing the muffled
Helpless innocent protestations
Why did the Goddess
Prefer to turn a deaf ear
Contrary to her image
Of squelching the evil?
Night after night
The much favourite sky
Would take an awkward bow...
Decades of flow
Didn't seems to change anything!
Everything's just the same;
The canals and the river and the Goddess
Only the hills look a tad arid
The sky continues to cling to the hills
But the tears of a personal sorrow
Now flow into the sea
poem by Indira Babbellapati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Devi Durga
Thou art the oneness of the infinite
Set apart open in splits of every finite
Thou art the prime matter of the cosmos
Goddess of the gods in multiplex forms
Thou art the fluorescnce of the cosmos
Candent to be livid to undo chasing darkness
Thou art the slayer of Madhu and Kaitabha
And Sumba and Nisumba and Mahisha
Thou art the multi-handed guard
Weaponed for evil to retard
Thou art the valour and hope
For Thou merciful support we scope
Thou art Devi Durga incomprehensible
Destroyer of miseries unbeatable
Thou art Durgama invincible
Saver-sailor of samsara unchallengeable
Thou art the harmonious scarp
Thou shouldst sing us in Thine harp
String along with our summation
Unto Thee we so wish in submission
poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!