So much is thine fulgent ear-stud <br />Hey Devi for thine mercy to scud <br />Fulgently up the sky to a moony thud <br />Saving Subramanyan thine child <br />Stashing hundred and one hymns for us piled <br />King Serfoji thence to feel beguiled <br /> <br />And Kallapillaiyar at thy abode <br />Dwelling to hide a potful Amruth-load <br />And thine spouse on another mode <br />Again to hide Amruth elsewhere to rid <br />The punishable devas' pride to unbid <br />Amruthagateshwar Himself to abraid <br /> <br />Hey Abhirami, beauteous born of Vishnu's ornament <br />Is that thine vernal refulgency affluent <br />Amruthagateshwar wheedled to vent <br />Life Markandeya's with ever a blessed sixteen <br />Then there to punish yama kicked umpteen <br />Thence we to drown in thine bliss- marine<br /><br />Indira Renganathan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/devi-abhirami/
