Day 7 - A poem for the goddess

The mantras are very poetic in the way they speak about the goddess, "who is fair like the jasmine-colored moon, and whose pure white garland is like frosty dew drop." I was hoping to find poems out there for the goddess Saraswati. 

I found one by Sri Aurobindo, a yogi and a poet.

SRI AUROBINDO
Collected Poems
SHORT POEMS — 1890-1900

Saraswati with the Lotus
Bankim Chandra Chatterji. Obiit 1894

Thy tears fall fast, O mother, on its bloom,

O white-armed mother, like honey fall thy tears;

Yet even their sweetness can no more relume

The golden light, the fragrance heaven rears,

The fragrance and the light for ever shed

Upon his lips immortal who is dead.

For information on Sri Aurobindo, here is a link to a site with more of his writings. 

I will continue my search or perhaps write one for the goddess.