The Daughter Of Durga. Poem by Kari McKern

The Demi urge of dentistry has the hands of Parvarti but Saraswati's talents.
Daughter of Durga, her dexterity flows like the Ganges.
She sculpts her art with stuff indistinguishable from magic.
Her Dental Dharma is virtuous and unstained,
like porcelain, and refined like her dark flawless beauty.
In a white sari, using high magnification,
she gives mouths moska and her clients kama.
She is not of this world but sealed away,
behind full bio-protection, a golden goddess in a gown,
who uses four arms, is kind to Buddhists and
resting on a lotus, India incarnate.