Monday, 27 January 2014


O blazing beauty lotus
Shining like a star
Staring up with prayers
Are you wooing sun?
Nice your arrayed petals
Have proud and graceful looks.
By unknown artist’s  hands
In Mighty mould you born
For endless lakes and brooks
Made you queen of flowers.
Everywhere you hailed

The seat of goddess  word.

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