Bless me O goddess of all
Make me your instrument
to play upon my heart.
I want to be the string
of your hand's Veena,
or the swan at your pure feet.
Bless and save me from sheer mire!
Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 16, 2013
Poet's Notes about The Poem
We in India worship goddess Swaraswati every year in sukla panchami tithi. She is the goddess of knowledge of all arts to us.Veena is an ancient musical instrument of India.
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