As she steps out, time bows down waiting.
Sand grains grind in ecstasy by her foot falls.
Her smile showers mist of jasmine,
The whole world smiles in her smile.
Her songs make the World sing along.
Birds chirp in their best of voices.
The stunned world stands still, fades out,
into an assortment of colours.
Each being sticks around her as butterflies.
Nothing remains lively except her.
We all become part of her body.
By the long hands of love she hugs.
The whole world’s lives reflect in her.
Mother let me be a word of your mouth.
Let me be a chant of your thoughts.
Let me be a flower in your garland.
Let me be a tiny dust on your feet.
Oh my mother let me, let me.
by Satheesan Rangorat
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