Salutations to Samskritam!

अइउण् ऋलृक् एओङ् ऐऔच्

हयवरट् लण् ञमङणनम् झभञ्

घढधष् जबगडदश् खफछठथचटतव्

कपय् शषसर् हल्

इति माहेश्र्वर सूत्राणि

Sage Panini heard the Maheśvara Sutras

He then composed Aṣtādhyāyī sutras

They are the zip files that can overwhelm us

Our teachers together unfold them for us

Upanishads teach us ultimate Satyā

To understand it better, we need the Samskrita Vidyā

With the power of Śiva and Śakti

This universe comes to manifest

With the power of ṣabda and arthā

Samskritam becomes the best

Language is made for human communication

Through which possible is daily transaction

Brahman is the basis for everything

Brick is the basis for a building

Cell is the basis for an organism

Alphabet is the basis for a language

Vowels and consonants woven together

Nouns and verbs crowned with feathers

Vibhakti and conjugations add different flavor

And our teachers here are truly life savers

Gender is not based on the material meaning

Gender is based on a particular word ending

A root takes many branches and greening

A word takes many forms and meanings

Meanings can change by wrong pronunciation

That makes us learn with great appreciation

Tenses and moods can hold us with brace

Learning them will make us fly with grace

Letters together become a nice mālā

We can learn together enjoy this gala

Words can be rearranged intervening

Sentence still holds the same meaning

Samskritam is so very well done

After multiple spins it teaches that one

Samskritam is so very well done to stun

Let us learn it with some fun and pun

Swamini svadtmavidyanadaji Samskritam classes. Beginning Sanskrit

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