Amongst the flowers offered by chants at thy feet,
I hear sounds of a weeping flower.
It cries out of sheer ecstasy,
being a flower chosen for holy worship.
Every mantra vibrates on each petal.
Feels your vibes of love and compassion.
Oh! Mother of universe how blessed are they,
to be offered at thy holy feet.
Even a grain of sand is blessed,
to receive your foot fall on it…
As you trot; a chant of AUM reverberate.
Nature stands still in meditation.
A sweet breeze smears a fragrance of jasmine.
your pure whiteness percolates around.
Oh! Mother let me be a grain under your feet,
a blade of grass, just to feel your grace.
Let me be an insignificant creature,
who always significantly captures thy caress
by Sateeshan Rangonath