GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 297

LAKSHMI My lakshmi does not harvest crops. My Lakshmi does not bring wealth. Neither she visits me on full moon nights. But She brings the fragrance of autumn In scorching summer. She brings the waxed moon beams In the courtyard of my pain. She fills my savings accounts with Coins of her golden smiles. With her my childhood dances 297