In the shrilling cool dark night,
The orphaned baby loved to be covered by mere torn rugs.
With the dawn of warmth Sun’s light
Almost naked baby walked towards Thee covered in worn rags.

There was a healing aura around him.
Someone whispered the wonder word “AMMA” in his ear.
And said, Thou art a child of Divine
His joy knew no bounds to have his Divine Mother so near.

The life teaches a lesson, full of blows and errors
One may find at loss, drowned in the midst of sorrows.
Yet one must not forget, the helping Divine Hand,
That leads all lost souls, the wonder that is AMMA.

— by Sridhar