The Mystic Beauty Poem by Mantrana Mahi Agarwal

She came from between the delicate petals

Of the queenliest flower

But she possesses all the knowledge,

The angel of the books

The purest colours adorn the mystic beauty

With the king of metals glimmering from her

Her feeble hands touch the veena ever so gently

Playing the most beautiful tunes

Maa, the devi of the granths

Maa, the hero of my prayers

The serene white feathers of the graceful bird

are stroked by your very hand

The dance of the king of birds is watched

by your very eyes

Maa, the devi with the mala in your hand

The one who knows what my heart wants

I await your presence and thank you for all the times you came

And will forever doing so

Like the moon wanting to reach the stars