Dearest Mother, as all who believe
Began to invoke you, you slurred me
With blows as rows of dust and grime
Flittering about in the air, eager as I was
To invoke you too I fell into a sea
Of despondency and I vowed to never seek
You again; some vows are to be broken
And some are not: The vow I have taken
To honour you from womb to womb
Can never be forsaken; as you leave blessings
Within this magical atmosphere of dhanuk smoke
I invoke you everyday, for teaching me
That ten days are not enough to bestow
Love upon you for your love shines upon me
Eternally.
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