Stripped, hammered, pressed the purposeful papyrus
Unaware of herself a would be goddess..
Saraswathi of this country
Moulded in forms of paper artistry
Formed of holy codices
Seated respectfully on Navarathri pooja
But
God's unaware of Satan slipped in
Denuding Saraswathi
Stripping out all Her holiness
Cunningly to be reported of dark prints
Yet Saraswathi grabs a grip of peace
Grappling with the betwixt white
Of the newspaper
very interesting! keep writing! I also sketched a poem about Japanese paper, Tanabata. dear, friend. could you read and comment on my latest poems, such as Fountain of Fearless Fiance, Cascades of Caprices, Mumbai Mourning, and Mata Hari, please? thank you very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem dear madam! My favorite lines: God's unaware of Satan slipped in/Denuding Saraswathi/Stripping out all Her holiness/Cunningly to be reported of dark prints! I am delighted....stay always happy by the bless of almighty God!