Spgm 014 - Praising Her Shape Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

"The crest moon that adorned,
The hair-knot on the head
Of the God, Lord Shiva
Was well adored by Devas."

"But weren't you both born
In that deep milk-ocean?
So, it does belong to you.
Pray, God gives that to you."

"The battlefield is a place,
To receive any warring race,
To fights out the enemies
And to win by any means."

"Like that your two eye brows,
Have defeated the Cupid's bows,
To make it a real comparison,
Here, it's but me they've won."

"The deathless medicine nectar
It came, in its turn, only after
You appeared from the ocean,
So, you're the Goddess Lakshmi born."

"Indra, the Lord of the Heaven,
Who has a Vajra-army really can
Make your hip also strong,
As this army, he keeps strong."

"The six-faced Lord Murugan,
Me as an enemy he didn't mean.
So, seeing my melting heart like ice,
He sent His spear to be your eyes."

THE SHAPE AND THE TONE.

"The blue-big-tailed peacock,
It went to the cool forest in a shock,
Your beautiful shape after it saw,
It had to disappear really in awe."

"The swan was rendered inactive,
After it saw your steps active.
In the lotus field it hid itself,
Ashamed of facing yourself."

"The green-small parrots many,
They lost their voices like honey,
As they had no other choice,
After hearing your musical voice."

"But they still stay with you,
The sweet speech from you
To learn, they never left you,
But they love and listen to you."