Best Saraswati Poems

Oh Ganga! river so revered
your holiness purifies deep
if thy essence we let in seep.

From lord Shiva's hair you appeared
down the mighty Himalayas
quenching the thirsty souls pious.

Yamuna, Saraswati neared
to merge with you at Triveni
Sangam of pilgrimage many.

Together all joyously cheered
by peasants and boatmen alike
before in sea...

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1/ To be continued in many parts

It was a different era and it’s a different story
Of a boatman and his enchanting melodies 
An Apsara* falling in love with that boatman 
But the boatman having a different love story  

The boatman used to carry simple...

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The Boatman’s Song        2/ Many

Urvashi’s heart was aching to hear and to see the elegance  
Of the boatman, while he sing those melodies on earth 
A great longing started sprouting in her bosom  
To visit the...

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The Boatman’s Song 			11/Many


Many moments passed, but none spoke a word
Or tried to moved away and remained lost 
In each other’s thoughts
They were lost in each others beauty and charms
Suddenly they found, they were in each other’s arms
None spoke a word and no one tried...

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The Boatman’s Song 6/Many

Indra again tried to convince Urveshi

But, here in heaven, Urveshi
Even the flowers are born, never to fade and die 
Unlike the humans on earth, who hardly gets a
Chance to bloom fully and smile

One day on earth, you would find Urveshi, 
You no...

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The boatman’s Song				10/Many

The beauty of that black horse got doubled
With the glittering beauty of the princess on the horse 
Who was elegantly riding that black horse beauty 
While coming towards the boatman with a speed 
He had never seen earlier, when a lady was on...

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The Boatman’s Song        3/ Many


Indra was aware that Apsaras Urveshi
Was the incarnation of heavenly beauty 
And her restlessness and impatience can spoil
The very beauty of her body and dance
Which was the pride and embodiment of perfection

He also knew...

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The Boatman’s Song                                      5/Many

Where one very rarely finds...

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Books are resource for them who deplore
Idiocy, silliness, folly. Where absurdities encore
There books no place get and can’t decor
Them into ideal from idle I am cocksure.
Saraswati lives in them to downpour
Knowledge, Gen and Expertise’s store.
Foolish loath them, wiser lavish more.
Now changing form - pulp earlier...

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Indra knew this very well that 
What ever may be the immense charms of heaven
Hidden in it’s never ending joys, songs and pleasures  
There was no match with that of the earthly happiness
Which is found like a blooming Rose bud
Opening its charms and joyful...

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Tamas
I began in my mother's womb  where darkness clothed me
still carrying taste of death upon my tongue I suckled and kicked free
there were dancing lights and tears in the Universe gathering me to life  
it didn't take long I did forget,  I...

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India is a land full of festivities,
Lots of relaxation to the Indians surely it gives-
Most of these are ceremony leaves -
Some are due to great men's deeds.

All direction does it cheer-East,West,North,South,
It fills with sweets every big and small mouth,
The year begins with the New Year,
Every...

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BABA KI BITIYA PAPA KI RAJDULARI…….
EK NANHI KALI EK PHULON KI KYARI……..
EK NANHI PARI SI WO EK CHOTI SI GUDIYA……..
KBHI SABKA KHILONA KBHI LADLI BAN JAYE……..
KBHI SURAJ SI KIRAN SI WO ROSHAN KR JAYE………
CHANDA SI SHEETAL HAR RISTA NIBHAYE……….
 PATJHAR KE PATTON SI DUKHON ME...

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My friend ,
You have accused me
Of stealing the color from a butterfly
Of your town.
I tore out of some garden, you say,
A sapling of gulmohar
And planted it
In a desolate and barren cemetery.
Just as the coral tree
Has bitter roots,
So, in my heart,
Lies sin!
I am degenerate, immoral,
You have...

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Each morning when I rise before dawn
Before I open closed eyes I may see
The essence of my soul’s *etheric body
That dwells deeply inside of me.

As I look at my face in the mirror,
Or is my face really looking at me?
I see a strange looking lady...

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