Kavya Shukra
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Born at dawn, you shone proud like the Sun, shining like a gemstone.
Your peacock is your glory, the stars, the eyes of the Night.
She is beautiful to gaze, as the White Bird flies across the Cosmos in the evening Spring.
The sound of the drum, the Gods start to dance.
The patterns of the Universe, the mathematical language.
The Father of science, the Patron of geometry.
Knowledge blooms like fruit in the summer, a pleasure for the senses.
-Kevin
Your peacock is your glory, the stars, the eyes of the Night.
She is beautiful to gaze, as the White Bird flies across the Cosmos in the evening Spring.
The sound of the drum, the Gods start to dance.
The patterns of the Universe, the mathematical language.
The Father of science, the Patron of geometry.
Knowledge blooms like fruit in the summer, a pleasure for the senses.
-Kevin