Oh silver stars in the dark night sky,
Don’t you see this poor one cry?
When you shed your light on the Universal Mother
Won’t you tell Her how I suffer?
Oh shining moon, I envy you,
How lucky you are too!
You see Amma every night
Won’t you tell my sorrowful plight?
Amma is always there,
In everybody and everywhere!
But I can’t see Her, anyway.
How can I see you in all things?
Though in my ears, your voice rings.
You must be there with me always.
Till I see you, I’ll be counting the days.

— Sukhitha 15 yrs, Amrita Vidyalayam, Kodungallur.