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There she stood, Dressed in a green robe, A beautiful emerald necklace adorned her dainty neck, Prosperity and bounty were her other names. When she walked on a barren land, flowers bloomed, She was a friend to Nature, Protective, caring, and giving always Every land she held was as virgin as she was, Unpolluted by mortal greed. As her pristine thoughts, which bore only memories of one man, Her lover Orion. Fate would have no mere mortal man and a Goddess become man and wife, So, she chose to be his widow. And though she was a Goddess, her right to love couldn't be denied. She was Kanya, The Virgin Woman... ©Lakshmi Menon She was Armetis. The Virgin Goddess #Armetis #greekmythology

There she stood, Dressed in a green robe, A beautiful emerald necklace adorned her dainty neck, Prosperity and bounty were her other names. When she walked on a barren land, flowers bloomed, She was a friend to Nature, Protective, caring, and giving always Every land she held was as virgin as she was, Unpolluted by mortal greed. As her pristine thoughts, which bore only memories of one man, Her lover Orion. Fate would have no mere mortal man and a Goddess become man and wife, So, she chose to be his widow. And though she was a Goddess, her right to love couldn't be denied. She was Kanya, The Virgin Woman... ©Lakshmi Menon She was Armetis. The Virgin Goddess #Armetis #greekmythology

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There she sat, In a white robe, Her thick black tresses fell to her waist, Her skin was as radiant as the white washed moon. But beneath that tranquil surface, Was a wounded soul. She had bruises all over her. Some were love bites, Some were stab wounds. Betrayed by her own, She feared her kin, And strangers alike. Except one, Endymion, her love. Whom she fell in love with as he lay asleep. She prayed to Zeus for his eternal slumber, For if he woke up and saw her scars, He would find her ugly, too. She was Preyasi, The lover... ©Lakshmi Menon She was selene, the moon goddess #Selene #Wounded

There she sat, In a white robe, Her thick black tresses fell to her waist, Her skin was as radiant as the white washed moon. But beneath that tranquil surface, Was a wounded soul. She had bruises all over her. Some were love bites, Some were stab wounds. Betrayed by her own, She feared her kin, And strangers alike. Except one, Endymion, her love. Whom she fell in love with as he lay asleep. She prayed to Zeus for his eternal slumber, For if he woke up and saw her scars, He would find her ugly, too. She was Preyasi, The lover... ©Lakshmi Menon She was selene, the moon goddess #Selene #Wounded

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There she stood, Dressed in a flowing white gown. A blue sapphire adoned her headband, She held a caduceus in one hand, And seven colors of the rainbow in the other. And as she whizzed past with lightening speed, she threw the colors. Casting a spectacular rainbow in the sky, That bridged between heaven and earth. She had a message from the Gods, For the mortals. But she held her patience, Till he, her beloved husband Zephyrus was here. The God of the West Wind, the gentlest of them all. They were a match made in heaven. Bound by an unseen cord, Where they lay their feet, kindness bloomed. She was Manasa, A crystal clear conscience... ©Lakshmi Menon She was Iris, the Goddess of the Rainbow #Iris #greekmythology

There she stood, Dressed in a flowing white gown. A blue sapphire adoned her headband, She held a caduceus in one hand, And seven colors of the rainbow in the other. And as she whizzed past with lightening speed, she threw the colors. Casting a spectacular rainbow in the sky, That bridged between heaven and earth. She had a message from the Gods, For the mortals. But she held her patience, Till he, her beloved husband Zephyrus was here. The God of the West Wind, the gentlest of them all. They were a match made in heaven. Bound by an unseen cord, Where they lay their feet, kindness bloomed. She was Manasa, A crystal clear conscience... ©Lakshmi Menon She was Iris, the Goddess of the Rainbow #Iris #greekmythology

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There she stood, Dressed in a black flowing gown, With thick wavy tresses and a gold hairband, That adorned her forehead. She was primordial Goddess of the night. The consort to the King of Darkness, Erebus, The eternal lover of Kalona. She was magical mystical, a shadow herself, She used her shadowry weapon to defeat anyone. The only one Zeus feared, The older and powerful Goddess. But like most mortal women, She only used the night, As a shroud for her disappointments, And a screen to her aching heart. Kalona and Erebus, She loved them both. But in return, She was only feared. As the most powerful. She was Ratri The Night Goddess... ©Lakshmi Menon She was Nyx, the Goddess of the night #nyx #ratri

There she stood, Dressed in a black flowing gown, With thick wavy tresses and a gold hairband, That adorned her forehead. She was primordial Goddess of the night. The consort to the King of Darkness, Erebus, The eternal lover of Kalona. She was magical mystical, a shadow herself, She used her shadowry weapon to defeat anyone. The only one Zeus feared, The older and powerful Goddess. But like most mortal women, She only used the night, As a shroud for her disappointments, And a screen to her aching heart. Kalona and Erebus, She loved them both. But in return, She was only feared. As the most powerful. She was Ratri The Night Goddess... ©Lakshmi Menon She was Nyx, the Goddess of the night #nyx #ratri

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Hail Hestia. The Goddess of the hearth, The nurturer who dwells on Mount Olympus. Like your sisters Athena and Artemis, You escaped the Titan's filicide. Zeus granted you the boon to remain a virgin. An epitome of care, duty, love. A beacon of light You were the hearth of the home. The food you made was elixir. Though Posiedon and Apollo were worthy suitors, You declined marital bliss, For a greater purpose. You are Sita, Chastity personified... ©Lakshmi Menon She was Hestia, the Goddess of the Hearth #hestia #greekgoddess

Hail Hestia. The Goddess of the hearth, The nurturer who dwells on Mount Olympus. Like your sisters Athena and Artemis, You escaped the Titan's filicide. Zeus granted you the boon to remain a virgin. An epitome of care, duty, love. A beacon of light You were the hearth of the home. The food you made was elixir. Though Posiedon and Apollo were worthy suitors, You declined marital bliss, For a greater purpose. You are Sita, Chastity personified... ©Lakshmi Menon She was Hestia, the Goddess of the Hearth #hestia #greekgoddess

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There she stood, Dressed a long blue gown. Holding the lotus tipped sword in one hand, And a pomegranate in the other. She was the ultimate embodiment, Of marriage, fidelity, fertility and childbirth. The Queen Mother, The Queen of Gods. Zeus's consort and a victim of his treacherous ways. Within her, she held rage and jealousy, To others, she was a cold and bitter woman. But like most women, only misunderstood. She was a giver, Her loyalty met with betrayal. Be it her husband and brother, the mighty Zeus, Or her friend and former lover, Hades. Respect is what she longed, For she was a woman worth her salts. But such was her fate, a mother's fate, She only could forgive like one. She was Shachi, Motherhood personified. ©Lakshmi Menon She was Hera, the Goddess of Motherhood #Hera #Motherhood

There she stood, Dressed a long blue gown. Holding the lotus tipped sword in one hand, And a pomegranate in the other. She was the ultimate embodiment, Of marriage, fidelity, fertility and childbirth. The Queen Mother, The Queen of Gods. Zeus's consort and a victim of his treacherous ways. Within her, she held rage and jealousy, To others, she was a cold and bitter woman. But like most women, only misunderstood. She was a giver, Her loyalty met with betrayal. Be it her husband and brother, the mighty Zeus, Or her friend and former lover, Hades. Respect is what she longed, For she was a woman worth her salts. But such was her fate, a mother's fate, She only could forgive like one. She was Shachi, Motherhood personified. ©Lakshmi Menon She was Hera, the Goddess of Motherhood #Hera #Motherhood

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Hail Eirene, Daughter of Zeus,Goddess of Peace One of the Horais, the deities of seasons When the dark Goddessess, Are consumed with hate, And cannot see beyond their own desire, You rise.... As the voice of reason, The arbitrator The one who choses calm over the chaos Who choses healing, over hurt Here is the Far East You are Durga... ©Lakshmi Menon She is Eirene, the Goddess of Peace #eirene #greekmythology

Hail Eirene, Daughter of Zeus,Goddess of Peace One of the Horais, the deities of seasons When the dark Goddessess, Are consumed with hate, And cannot see beyond their own desire, You rise.... As the voice of reason, The arbitrator The one who choses calm over the chaos Who choses healing, over hurt Here is the Far East You are Durga... ©Lakshmi Menon She is Eirene, the Goddess of Peace #eirene #greekmythology

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There she stood, Clad in beige saree, She must have been a beauty in her prime. For that radiance had stood the test of time, Her silver hair, and wrinkled skin bore a testament of the years she had lived. A life, not too hard, but neither too kind. She was silly and sweet, She was stubborn and proud, She was firm in one moment, but gave in as much easily in the next. Deep down she was the wild child, on whom wisdom was thrust upon, One of those unfortunate ones, who grew into woman, Before she knew what it was to be a girl. She was Amma, The Wise Old Lady... ©Lakshmi Menon She was Athena, The Goddess of Wisdom #Athena #wisdomwords

There she stood, Clad in beige saree, She must have been a beauty in her prime. For that radiance had stood the test of time, Her silver hair, and wrinkled skin bore a testament of the years she had lived. A life, not too hard, but neither too kind. She was silly and sweet, She was stubborn and proud, She was firm in one moment, but gave in as much easily in the next. Deep down she was the wild child, on whom wisdom was thrust upon, One of those unfortunate ones, who grew into woman, Before she knew what it was to be a girl. She was Amma, The Wise Old Lady... ©Lakshmi Menon She was Athena, The Goddess of Wisdom #Athena #wisdomwords

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Hail Chloris, Zephyrus's beloved Flora, The one who dwells in the Elysian feilds. You are the other name for spring. When you speak, roses bloom. Even Narcissus wasnt spared, His vanity destroyed, When you transformed him. From the soil of his dead pride, From the ashes of his broken ego, He rose and blossomed into beautiful daffodils, That Wordsworth praised. That made Narcissus the most beautiful man, For beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. The ones who admired those daffodils, Sans the pride of Narcissus. You are Bhumi, The Mother Earth... ©Lakshmi Menon She was Chloris, the Goddess of Spring #Chloris #spring

Hail Chloris, Zephyrus's beloved Flora, The one who dwells in the Elysian feilds. You are the other name for spring. When you speak, roses bloom. Even Narcissus wasnt spared, His vanity destroyed, When you transformed him. From the soil of his dead pride, From the ashes of his broken ego, He rose and blossomed into beautiful daffodils, That Wordsworth praised. That made Narcissus the most beautiful man, For beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. The ones who admired those daffodils, Sans the pride of Narcissus. You are Bhumi, The Mother Earth... ©Lakshmi Menon She was Chloris, the Goddess of Spring #Chloris #spring