Her little eyes crave for the light,
They want to count stars in the dark night.
Her little feet want to run fast,
They want to break free from the walls of Past.
Her little face wants to draw a smile,
She wants to keep giggling often in a while.
Her beautiful hair craves to fly,
Much like her vision to touch the sky.
Her busy fingers hold the pen very strong,
They are ready to write a History 100 pages long.
She whose born to live fullest to her heart,
Why is she aborted tearing her dreams apart?
She whose born to comb the breeze,
Why her dreams are hanged from the branches of trees?
She whose born to lead the way,
Why is she abandoned in the beginning of the day?
She whose born for a path to find,
Is killed mercilessly by the intectual mankind.
Many a people console on the day of her birth,
Devi Lakshmi has come to prosper the Earth.
But why she's burdened to be a divine soul,
Can't we treat her simply like a human as a whole.
Why only Lakshmi she can be the Kali of darkness,
Be it Chandi or Durga she's simply our daughter of happiness...
© Jasmine