Short Saraswati Poems
Short Saraswati Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Saraswati by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Saraswati by length and keyword.
Play game kaali jota bharm
Marbles of kawadi 9 room number 59 My room
Kaali bharavi nitray ki Saraswati bhavani durga rukmini I will make temples of you new pose please clap clap clap
Ravan
Jagdish bajantri sir please sit or your permission
With love all
Aghori mhabharamnad
Jagdish bajantri
Play game kaali jota bharm
Marbles of kawadi 9 room number 59 My room
Kaali bharavi nitray ki Saraswati bhavani durga rukmini I will make temples of you new pose please clap clap clap
Ravan
Jagdish bajantri sir please sit or your permission
With love all
Aghori mhabharamnad
Jagdish bajantri
Page's
Thire in this world millions of people angange with pages
Since from your child hood we went to Sail in a boat to find a shoure
We know how much pain of price you have
In the Box of books
We must gave make up to your love
Truth can't be deny
Ohh poet ohh a smile you misschief to purpose in your way
My dear
Giving My peck on your check
I love you Devi Saraswati .
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
WHY NOT A GIRL??
PEOPLE WISH FOR A BOY
NOT FOR A GIRL.
THEY PREFER A BOY
NOT A GIRL
THEIR BLESSINGS ARE FOR MALES
NOT FOR FEMALES..
THEY WOULD ACCEPT TO HAVE A BOY
NEVER A GIRL..
BUT….
WHEN THEY NEED COURAGE…
THEY PRAY TO GODDESS DURGA
WHEN THEY DESIRE WEALTH
THEY PRAY TO GODDESS LAXMI
WHEN THEY DESIRE KNOWLEDGE
THEY PRAY TO GODDESS SARASWATI
THEN TEMME GUYZ
WHY THEY HESITATE TO HAVE A GODDESS IN THEIR FAMILY.???~~~
Books – a medicine saturnine.
Those who have books shine
With lively bright colour twine.
Books – a Daniel – be in shrine
To take us all up with whine.
Saraswati, indeed, did opine
My talents with saccharine
And help me for Her to reassign
Her position in the world malign.
With her help I Monorhyme define
And made many people it dine
With garlic or ginger or brine.
Oh! Goddess! Help me refine
The world with your dyne –
Books – a medicine saturnine.
Peerless paintings mystically mingle.
Bells of my shrines rhythmically jingle.
Hues of heaven and earth amalgamate.
Logic and love lawlessly agitate.
I see Morpheus moving around my mind.
Celestial scenes are craftily designed.
With wings of poppies Minerva hovers.
Saraswati showers seamless powers.
Monsoons recover all drought-driven cracks.
Nightmares consummate with sweet-dream climax.
Ripples, in the lake of my mind, stir on.
Blissfully, myriad rainbows are drawn.