"laxmi" poems
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*Let’s beautify our yards and homes
With the vibrant colours of Rangoli
And welcome the Goddess Laxmi
Let’s decorate our doors and windows with festoons of marigold flowers and mango leaves,
to ward off the evil and sprinkle positivity
Let’s brighten the evening sky
With sky lamps and fairy lights
May the earthen lamps be lit
To illuminate every corner bright
Let’s celebrate
The Festival of Lights,
Diwali
With friends and family
And bring cheer to our lives*
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
It's Diwali Tonight Festival of Lights
Celebratory Mood Festive Food
Gifts and Treats, Sharing a Delight
The House Well Lit
Decorated in Bridal Colours
The Courtyard and Front Door
Decorated is the Floor
In Colourful
Rangoli
Designs and Patterns
The Porch Lit Bright
With Earthen and Sky Lamps
And Decorative Lights
Welcoming The Goddess 'Laxmi'
For Good Luck , Wealth and Prosperity
Fineries Adorned
The Family comes together in the evening
Reverently Offering Prayers
Following the Rituals .
Friends come visiting
Sharing the Love Warmth and Light
Mithai and more Mithai
Calories not bothered About
Once in a year it's a Delight
Children burst Crackers
And Light up Sparklers
The Night Sky lights up Bright
Yes it's the Festival of Lights
Spreading Happiness and Cheer
The Light within Burns Bright
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
Helpful.
Holding Hands.
Chatting over email.
Have a lot of fun.
Always there for each other.
Go getting manicures with each other.
Playing soccer and kickball with my friends.
We got to the movies,mall,and restaurants together.
Bella, Jenna, Darla, Saanvi, Rebecca,
Caitlin, Isabella, Thalia, Laxmi, Sophia.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
You want me to talk, Sir?
I’d relax and you can paint better, Sir?
Maybe, Sir…maybe, but what shall I say, Sir?
For I am not used to talking
to important people like you, Sir…
Why do you laugh, Sir?
It is true, I’m just a girl from the village, Sir
attending to Laxmi and Ganga –
those are our family cows, Sir;
and I milk them; and my father
and I bring the milk to the market
and to neighbors who can afford to pay for them…
We don’t carry them in these fancy pots Sir,
you make me pose with
but just earthen jars, Sir…
But this morning, Sir, my father said to me:
*Come, Mina – you shall pose for a famous artist;
India has never seen such an artist
and he shall pay well
and perhaps with that I shall buy a third cow;
three neighbors owe us money
and will never return them in this life;
and the old woman in the sixth house has died
owing us money for these last four years…
You just have to stand there
before the artist in your cleanest sari
and use borrowed milk pots…*
And that is what my father said, Sir…
I normally don’t dress in such clean clothes, Sir;
the saris I have are saris my mum used
but she died when I was little, Sir…
Sir? You want me to keep talking…but I am boring, Sir
and I talk simple words and I am sure you’ve heard…
Oh Sir, I’m more used to talking to cows
than important men, Sir…
All right Sir, I will tell you…I will tell you…
I do have dreams, Sir
and it is just the dream of all the
girls in my village:
I’d like new saris and jewels
and I’d like to be married
before the year ends;
Arun from the next village
always looks at me
in our town fairs
and Oh, would that he’d marry me
and we’d have a home and a farm and cows
and we’d have children
and we’d live our quiet lives
in our secluded village…
Sir, that is my dream…I have nothing more to say, Sir…
I hope you are done…
Or maybe you should talk, Sir…
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 8:55 PM UTC
A very Happy DIWALI
To
All of you
And
Your family.
May godess laxmi
And
Lord ganesha
Bless
You with
Good health
And
Good fortune.
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 6:52 AM UTC
You can call me Po-dae
if you’re Korean…
hic! – you got every right to mispronounce it if you aren’t;
and the Japanese might call me – hic! –
Hotei…hic! hic!
And of course those ancient Indians
in their radiant romantic way might call me Laxmi
(but then they’re too reverent, those Indians
and you can’t joke about any these days)
but me – hic! hic! – hey call me Po-dae
and yes, the more erudite of you might know
or the Indians out here would have guessed by association –
HIC! HIC!
yep- I’m the good god of fortune, ancient drunkard!
(That guy who wrote “The Richest Man in Babylon”
he asks you to court the Goddess of Fortune –
Silly ****** He doesn’t know Goddesses don’t drink, does he?
Ah, well modern *** Goddesses might smoke and drink,
and all that) -
but hey, I’m Po-dae - HIC ! HIC! – fill up that cup and invite me in
and I’ll give five or six tips to fatten your wallets
better than the ones that American God
George S. Clason throws at you
(Pay Yourself First, and all that miserly pedestrian living)
But fill my cup, dear – and I’ll show you how to fill your wallet –
HIC! HIC! HIC!
Oh ** ** ** yum – where do you get this stuff…?
These modern drinks really drive me crazy, baby!
Hey, hey, hey –
I’m Po-dae
and for watering me, baby
I’ll tell you the dao of fortune:
I come drunk
and I never move straight
and I walk side and side
Oh baby, I’m Po-dae
your miserly elusive fortune!
HIC! HIC! HIC!
Prrrrrrttttt…..!
Sorry about that, guys –
once in a while I also make wind!
Hic! Hic! Hic!
Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 8:08 PM UTC
She rose from a lady, strong and healthy,
Little did she know for her family she was wealthy,
Being born in India, she was regarded as Goddess Laxmi.
Yes, she is a woman.
With her lips curved in smile, with a twinkle in her eyes,
Strong in herself, in strong bonds her family she tied,
And inherently waved all the darkness sweet goodbyes.
Yes, she is a woman.
She knew how to balance phases of life,
Daughter it is or whether it is wife,
Protected her knowns from wounds of knife,
Shielded from the worldly sins and strife.
Yes, she is a woman.
From the dawn of her education, to the epilogue of her big day,
She takes cares that it's the least that her family has to pay,
Amid responsibilities and desires, she is exuberant and gay.
Yes, she is a woman.
From planning the wherewithal of household to penny pinching her impulse,
Shielding from contingent darks and dulls,
She will always be there to pull you out of null.
Yes, she is a woman.
Yes, that woman who makes you strong,
Yea, that woman who protects you from all the wrong,
Yes, that woman who was there all along,
Yet her eminence is forgotten and long gone.
Pause,
Ponder on the cause,
Work to make up for the loss,
Yes, it's you who has to make a start,
Heel the damages, aim your dart,
Reward her for her art with all your heart.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 11:19 AM UTC
Handed down through the ages,
Humanity in hearts and reverance for the sages.
This place is more like a heaven on Earth,
Myriad of religions are taken here birth.
Our emperors were too kind to invade any country,
Million of channels telecast it's documentary.
Jai Hind and Satyamev Jayte resides in our heart,
Our sand handles both a motor and a cart.
The holy Ganga flows from the bottom of Himalayas,
So is worshipped for being called a gift like Matthias.
The Himalayan is fit like a crown on our mother's head,
Climatic variations and monsoon rainfall are so evenly spread.
World's economy has an immense eminence of zero,
Invented by Aryabhatta; Ramanujan- the Maths hero.
Bhagat Singh, Laxmi Bai had been an epitome of strength,
Education is vastly spread and immeasurable in length.
Variety of raiment is seen in every state,
Twenty two languages and each with a feel of sedate.
Vendors working daily amidst tumults on roads,
Poetry scribbled by poet as their respectful odes.
Colours of rainbow is reflected here well,
Luscious cuisines grabs heed by the smell.
Geeta, Qur'an, Adi Granth and Bible,
At different hours, they worship their idols.
Vaisakhi, Christmas, Holi and Eid
we stand together as a pillar in every need.
Writings are not only read in books,
But scripted on walls, painting on hooks.
Folk arts, tribal arts, feet beating on rhythm,
Dance forms are many, depicting their vision.
Here, women are treated equal to men,
Delhi and Mumbai got their place in the list of wen.
We treat our guests as the heavenly God,
One can visit here either by plane or brod.
Weddings are held by following every ritual,
Our ways may differ but our hearts are mutual.
With so much of glory do not mistake it as Neverland,
As this Golden bird does not fly but stays on land.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC
The Hindu wealth Goddes
'Laxmi' left a
youth's mind,body
and soul.
He became
wretched.
Rupees did no
become Dollar, Pound.
Rice plate
did not become
Biriyani plate.
River became
water less.
Reverse became
boomerang.
That one became
wretched.
His future and destiny
became 'wretched'.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC