WILLIAMSJI MAVELI POEM

Epic (Grand and sweeping)
From celestial looms, where starlight takes thread,
The Nagalinka blooms, a vision is spread.
A serpent of petals, with moonbeams entwined,
Unfurls a white canvas, for secrets to find.

Within its soft cradle, a treasure untold,
A Linga of Shiva, a story of old.
Not gold, but the essence of galaxies bright,
A beacon of wisdom, a radiant light.

The night holds its breath, as fragrance takes flight,
An ethereal chorus, beneath the pale light.
No butterflies flutter, but celestial wings,
Carry blessings of Nagalinka, on magical strings.

Petals, like blessings, descend on the earth,
Whispering promises of life's gentle birth.
A symphony echoes, a mystical rhyme,
The Nagalinka's magic, transcends space and time.