As she ascends
To the heavens
Here her voice remains:
A gift of essence,
Her eternal presence.
Silent tears resonate
With the loss
Of her voice
Our words we cremate.
Voice of the heavens
Our Pride and solace,
We will forever
Remember your grace.
Our voice beloved,
Our tribute,our respects
And our reverence
We struggle to express.
If the criteria of beauty were Voice not appearance, would the world not be different?
Pranaams to Saraswati’s form on earth, immortal you are on earth, not just in India, the land of your birth.
Amita Sanghavi's blog 
So true! If the measure of beauty were voice….
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