Saraswati’s Song
A heartfelt poem in honor of the legendary Carnatic vocalist, M. S. Subbulakshmi

In the temple’s hallowed halls, Where notes danced like morning dew, A child’s voice soared, pure and true, Guided by stars and ancestral calls.
Madurai’s daughter, Kunjamma, they named, Her veins sang melodies, ancient and divine, Veena strings whispered secrets, intertwine, As she blossomed, her destiny proclaimed.
Semmangudi’s wisdom, Hindustani’s grace, Nurtured her soul, shaped her lyrical flight, In the 100-pillared hall’s soft moonlight, She sang, a celestial offering to space.
Bhaja Govindam echoed through her being, Meenakshi’s name flowed like sacred streams, And Vishnu’s thousand names, a radiant dream, In her voice, devotion’s eternal spring.
M.S. Subbulakshmi, your legacy gleams, Bharat Ratna, Ramon Magsaysay’s embrace, At the UN, your song bridged time and space, A timeless treasure, music’s celestial beams.


Comments (4)
I don't know who is she but this was a beautiful tribute!
What a great piece of writing about an important person.
Your poem pays a beautiful and moving tribute to the late, great Carnatic vocalist, M. S. Subbulakshmi. ......Your words convey not only the depth of your admiration and respect for her talent and contributions to the world of classical Indian music..but also the personal impact that her music has had on your life. ......You have captured the essence of her legacy in a poignant and heartfelt manner. .....I like your poem....
Your song is absolutely brilliant.