When all except one turned their backs
I could sense the light of belief heading,
With an approach much fast enough
Towards me.
There's a passion lost and some wisdom
Devastation and expectations kept fleeting high up
With an approach much fast enough
Towards me.
When something goes out of order triggers
A strong urge to lie kept bursting in,
With an approach much fast enough
Towards me.
But, once I heard a swan beckoning,
A mellifluous voice summoning the ray of hope,
'Saraswati' was Her name or so She had said.
Then, a free flow of knowledge, wisdom
Truth, passion and consciousness kept heading
With an approach much fast enough
Towards me.
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ENLIGHTENMENT
PoetryA poem to herald the auspicious occasion of Saraswati Puja(Vasant Panchami) Though, it's an Indian(Hindu) festivity, it still means a lot and She helps us all to seek, to aspire, to achieve prudence.
