A dew drop from heaven,
just sits on a lotus-petal.
Roseate hue refracts through.
Day light slowly seeps into mist.

As dawn gets lively; world wakes up,
macro n’ microcosms reflects,
on this heavenly droplet.
The day comes alive all around.

She just witnesses every action.
Entire cosmic dream rolls on in a bubble,
before her compassionate eyes,
making her self a mirror of images.

We smear our sweat and dirt,
allover her spotless white.
making her a sewerage of our sins,
often forced her to sweep our world.

Yet she sparkles as pure n’ fresh,
ready to embrace ever and ever.
Never sleeps until last one arrives.
But mother, we cannot see another crucifix.
Please save your body for us!
We want you among us for ever.

by
SATHEESAN RANGORATH