In your eyes Maa,
Patience, I saw
carefully lining the arc of my eyes with kohl
Pride; when I broke the bully's jaw
for brushing my bosom
Doubts and questions; when they gnaw
your fathomless eyes mirror my truth.
In your arms Maa,
Power, I concede
wielding scimitar and trident, I fight
Prudence you taught me; when hurdles impede
I stand unafraid, anchored with faith
even when bruised and kneeled
I looked to you; holding my head high.
In your face Maa,
Beauty, I adore
the curls framing your divine face
Brevity of the miracle of life, I ponder
life breath; heaving and ebbing
with every second you offer
I am aware; I am you
