When there remains it none to give food,
The house lies fallen vacant unexpectedly,
I think,
How will the house run on
In the absence of a Grihalakshmi,
A good-natured, auspicious Lakshmi-like she?
We need an Annadata, Food-giver
From whose hands flows it amrita, nectar, honey,
An Annapurna, one representing bounty of grains and corns.
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