Oh mother appear on my tongue
As a drop of honey,
Then make my words honeydew
Percolate deep into my each cell.

Let me feel your sweetness intoxicate me,
Be my thoughts filled with ecstasy of your image,
May my poetry reflect your words?
Imaging your simplicity, your simple deeds.

Let me make my sinews your harp,
Let the divine rhythm flow on incessant,
Through the tongue of my pen
Give me the finest of rhyming words.

Oh my mother manifest in my words
And be my beloved thoughts always,
Fill my heart with poetry,
And let me offer you daily, a bunch of flowers.

The bloom of my heart,
The song of my soul,
Then my ignorance,
My tears
Pouring in to the strings of your silence,
The most powerful poem ever written.

– Satheesan Rangorath