Ode to Saraswati
A poem inspired by Goddess Saraswati, the Hindu deity of knowledge, wisdom, music, and arts:
n the tranquil dawn, your presence gleams, Goddess of wisdom, in our dreams. With veena in hand, you play the tune, That guides our hearts, like the gentle moon.
Your voice, a whisper in the breeze, Brings knowledge, setting minds at ease. From your lips, the sacred hymns flow, Inspiring us, as we learn and grow.
Clad in white, pure as the snow, You light the path where seekers go. With books and beads, symbols of grace, You bless us with your divine embrace.
O Saraswati, to you we pray, Guide our thoughts, show us the way. In arts and science, in every field, Your wisdom is our greatest shield.
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Very well written.
Nice poem.