So much is thine fulgent ear-stud
Hey Devi for thine mercy to scud
Fulgently up the sky to a moony thud
Saving Subramanyan thine child
Stashing hundred and one hymns for us piled
King Serfoji thence to feel beguiled
And Kallapillaiyar at thy abode
Dwelling to hide a potful Amruth-load
And thine spouse on another mode
Again to hide Amruth elsewhere to rid
The punishable devas' pride to unbid
Amruthagateshwar Himself to abraid
Hey Abhirami, beauteous born of Vishnu's ornament
Is that thine vernal refulgency affluent
Amruthagateshwar wheedled to vent
Life Markandeya's with ever a blessed sixteen
Then there to punish yama kicked umpteen
Thence we to drown in thine bliss- marine
Indira Renganathan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/devi-abhirami/
