At Your Holy Feet

A garland for you by the flowers of my thoughts,
Each petal bears dews of my love.
A smile from your eyes glitter my soul.

Mother how can I thank you without tears.
Let me pour down as offering at your feet.
Oh !  If I could turn into milk that consecrates your feet,
If I could be water offering at your feet,
If I become honey that shines on your feet,

Oh If I could be the ghee that melts down on you.
Let me offer myself as vermilion on your forehead.
May be I could become sandal paste for you.
Let me be a chant of your divine names.
Make me an enchantment on your lips.

Oh my mother lest make me a dust on your holy feet.

Satheesan Rangorath