She walks upon lotus petals, untouched by time,
Her hands pour gold, yet her heart gifts wisdom.
She is the river that nourishes fields,
The lamp that glows in the darkest rooms,
The quiet blessing in a mother’s prayer,
The promise of dawn after a restless night.
She is wealth, but not just in coin,
She is the fortune of kindness, the treasure of peace.
She sits not in vaults of the miser,
But in homes where charity flows like a river.
Her bounty is found in hands that build,
In hearts that give without counting.
Call her, and she will come—not to greed,
But to those who toil with honest sweat.
For wealth without virtue is a passing shadow,
A flicker that fades in the wind of time.
But to the righteous, she stays like the sun,
Endless, radiant, a wellspring of grace.
O Lakshmi, bearer of fortune and fate,
Let your presence be not just in riches,
But in love, in wisdom, in dreams fulfilled—
For true prosperity is not just what we hold,
But what we share, what we leave behind,
A legacy of light, unbroken and eternal.