In realms divine, where beauty knows no bounds,
Resides Mother Lalitha, in her glory profound.
Exquisite and incomparable, her radiance bright,
A vision that transcends the realms of sight.
The greatest minds, like Brahma, in despair,
Seek comparisons, but find none to compare.
Her beauty, a puzzle they struggle to solve,
A splendor that their words fail to involve.
Even celestial damsels, with hearts aflame,
Yearn for a glimpse, to bask in her name.
They long for a sight of her ethereal grace,
Seeking solace in Śiva's loving embrace.
Such is the allure of her celestial form,
That even penance cannot breach the norm.
The splendor she possesses, untouchable, divine,
A beauty unmatched, a jewel in time.
Her eyes, like stars that light up the night,
Hold secrets unknown, a bewitching sight.
Her smile, a crescent moon, so gentle and pure,
Radiating love that's ever sure.
Her form, a sculpture, delicately carved,
Each curve and contour, divinely starved.
Her fragrance, a symphony, captivating the air,
Enveloping all beings in a spellbound affair.
No words can capture her beauty's essence,
It defies explanation, defies all pretense.
She exists beyond the boundaries of speech,
A goddess of beauty that no words can reach.
Oh Mother Lalitha, in your splendor divine,
You mesmerize hearts, like the finest wine.
We bow in awe, unable to fully comprehend,
The celestial beauty that you so effortlessly send.
May we, mortals, find solace in your grace,
And forever seek your divine embrace.
For in your presence, all worries cease,
And we find eternal bliss, in your beauty's peace.
-Mani
