Unable to break myself
from the unflinching love
I hold for Meenakshi,
rant, ramble, sing
write about her,
Festivals abound in my town
throughout the year,
She comes out of her abode
in a chariot, goes
around the streets.
known as Tik Vijayam, like
every other mortal, she
gets married, like a ruler she
crowns herself shares the reign
with her consort, Sundaresa.
as a Goddess adorns the Navaratri,
assumes different roles.
A diamond studded crown,
lend a glory, parrot set in diamonds,
encharms, ornaments from head to toe
paved with rubies, emeralds,
sapphires add colour. Her
demeanour lit by the radiant smile
enchants all the more.
More of a mother to me
than a Goddess,
I look up to Meenakshi
for directions, for consolations,
for peace. She bestows on me
most liberally.
Meenas Poems 