Poetry : Annapurna
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She rolls flat-bread,
She cuts vegetables,
The innocent enchanting,
Smile on Her face,
At once evokes respect,
Maybe She is but a child,
The Grace She showers,
Upon the one,
Who-so-ever looks at Her,
Blesses him with joy!
When you decifer Her name,
You could know the secret sacred,
That is hidden there,
In the letters of Her name!
Though a hint could be given,
From the Sacred Mantra:
"ॐ ऐं ह्रीं क्ली चामुण्डायै विच्चै।।"
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