Bless Me Poem by Neela Nath Das
Bless Me
Bless me O goddess of all
creative arts.
Make me your instrument
to play upon my heart.
I want to be the string
of your hand's Veena,
or the swan at your pure feet.
Bless and save me from sheer mire!
I could well understand you were referring to Goddess Saraswati and instead of Veena you have anglicized it to the lyre! And when I read the notes I got it confirmed! .A nice poem invoking Goddess Saraswathi! Wonderful!
haripada Da the culture of Bengal drips from your pen just as the milk of kindness drips from a womans soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 7:38:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ma'am, you are absolutely right. At first I wrote Veena, then changed, considering global aspect of this site.Well, I must take your advice. Thanks a lot.