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Ma Saraswati
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In realms of wisdom, where knowledge reigns,
Ma Saraswati, eternal muse, sustains.
With veena in hand and lotus throne,
She graces our minds, our spirits she hones.
Goddess of arts, of music, of speech,
Her blessings upon us, a celestial reach.
In the tapestry of life, she weaves,
Inspiration she brings, as our soul believes.
With books as her garland, she lights the way,
Guiding seekers through night and day.
Her wisdom flows in rivers vast,
Quenching the thirst of hearts steadfast.
In temples adorned with sacred art,
Devotees gather, their voices a part
Of mantras sung in her divine praise,
As incense smoke spirals in her grace.
From the silence of dawn to twilight’s hue,
She whispers secrets, both old and new.
In classrooms and sanctuaries alike,
Her presence brings solace, her aura strikes.
With eloquence, she paints the skies,
Stirring hearts with her melodic cries.
In every brushstroke, every verse,
Her essence lingers, a blessing diverse.
She dwells in the pages of ancient lore,
And in the minds of scholars, she does implore
A thirst for knowledge, a hunger for truth,
For in her embrace, there’s eternal youth.
So, on this day of Saraswati Puja divine,
Let us bow before her, let our spirits align
With the flow of wisdom, with the melody sweet,
And may Ma Saraswati’s blessings complete
Our journey of learning, our quest for light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
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Vivekananda’s Speech in 1893
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In the year of eighteen ninety-three,
On a historic stage by the deep blue sea,
Swami Vivekananda spoke with grace,
At the World’s Parliament, in a sacred place.
“Sisters and Brothers of America,” he began,
A heartfelt greeting from a distant land,
With joy unspeakable in his noble heart,
He stood as a messenger, ready to impart.
From the ancient order of monks he came,
With a message of unity, not seeking fame,
He thanked them all, the diverse and the few,
In the name of religions, old and new.
His words, like a river, flowed so wise,
“Through different paths, all to Thee arise,”
A hymn he quoted from his early days,
A testament to unity in diverse ways.
This august assembly, a beacon of hope,
A declaration against the fanaticism’s slope,
Sectarianism and bigotry’s dark hour,
To rise above hatred, to unity empower.
The bell that tolled that morning so clear,
In honor of this convention, let it steer,
A course towards peace, a world less divided,
Where love and tolerance are forever provided.
Swami Vivekananda’s speech, a timeless call,
For unity, acceptance, to break down the wall,
In the name of all religions, he did stand,
A visionary message for our world, so grand.
