In the realm of divine melodies, there lies
A voice so sweet, enchanting all the skies,
Mother Lalitha, her timbre so divine,
A symphony of grace that touches hearts like wine.
A voice that surpasses the kacchapī Veena's tender strings,
Awakening the soul, like celestial wings,
For in her vocal artistry, she weaves,
A tapestry of bliss, where every note believes.
The kacchapī Veena, dear child of Mother Saraswati,
In humble reverence, bows to Lalitha's beauty,
Its gentle strings, with love, they softly play,
But her voice, a celestial flute in grand display.
The Kachhapi, wise instrument of old lore,
Tells tales in dulcet tones, a parrot's speech it bore,
Yet when Lalitha sings, none can stray away,
Drawn like bees to nectar, the enchanting notes sway.
Oh, her voice, a melody that steals the night,
A lullaby of stars, a celestial light,
It resonates within, a balm for every soul,
Her dulcet tones embrace, making spirits whole.
The symphony of Lalitha's celestial gift,
A language that needs no words to uplift,
With each resounding note, she paints a song,
A symphony of love, where all hearts belong.
Her voice, a tender breeze that softly sighs,
Guiding us to realms where dreams harmonize,
It captures hearts, in its melodious embrace,
For it exudes a magic that time can't erase.
So let us gather in the aura of her grace,
And in her voice, find solace, find our place,
For Lalitha's voice, a treasure so divine,
A melody that resonates, an eternal shrine.
-Mani
