Oh ! Mother, sweet Mother Divine
Every time my eyes moisten
from a world drenched
in the dust of pain and worry
You make me remember
that there is still hope,
that a mundane existence
will crawl out of the deadly odour
of spineless, meaningless banter.
Oh! Mother, Sweet Mother Divine,
when the cruel strings of living death
tie me in their wrathful sadistic grasp
and I struggle to let go, to live the life
of inner joy
you remind me of the law of karma –
my dharma to live, work and interact
You hold me tight in your warmth of unconditional love
and shoo away the ever worrying thoughts of a fruitless tomorrow.
Oh! Mother, Sweet Mother Divine.
My Humble Pranams.