On Saraswati’s sacred morn ! On Saraswati's sacred morn, Where wisdom’s hymns and hopes are born, She came in yellow, pure, divine ! Like sacred text in golden line... In Auld Lang Syne, Way back... In All Good Time ! It all stareted at adolescence, hearts soft and true, Where platonic love felt warm innocence, and quietly grew. It was youthful spring hues ! A teenage boy asked a young girl, shy yet bold and true ! “Come as yourself, not in school uniform, just be you !” In Auld Lang Syne, Way back... In All Good Time ! Once upon a time, In days gone by... I asked her... Soft whispers, burning through, Come as yourself, not dressed in blue. Strip the rules that schooled your face, Come raw, unguarded, no borrowed grace... On Saraswati’s sacred morn, Where wisdom’s hymns and hopes are born, She came in yellow, pure, divine ! Like sacred text in golden line... On Minerva’s gentle day, She arrived in yellow ! Like wisdom wrapped in sunlight, Like spring learning how to smile ! Her d...
