Lotus Feet Of Ma

As the clock strikes four at the onset of dawn

And the sun is still hiding behind darkness

The human race awakens itself before the morn

And tunes the old forgotten radio, lying in a mess

The air will smell of divine sandal-filled incense

And the dew on the leaves admitting wetness

The vibrations at the moment start emanating hence

Mahishasuramardini has brought joy no less

You can hear a faint hum of the birds quite rare

And the conch shells being played nearby

Behold thy emotions as the holy mother is here

No more to wait, no more shall I cry

Fine flowing paste of turmeric wood yellow

And divine dark bleed of vermillion in glee

Shall I apply on her glowing three-eyed face so

That I can bow down in eternal ecstasy

Oh Ma, won't you take me back to your abode

Where nothing but all peace perennially exists

Your feet smell of lotus in the month of sharod

Evoking Vrindavan’s essence and its mists

Today I stand before you Ma, all but bare

being a sinner in humanity and utter shamefully

For nobody else matters and all is you, I care

Raze all my demons within with your holy Trishul