Mother, The All-Mighty

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

To love is humane; to sacrifice, Godly.

My patterns of rangoli run on your dots below them,

The supporting dots of ups and downs of my life.

My culinary preps have your flavor in them,

Flavours of love and affection.

My writings are slanted by your cursives,

Cursives of bonding and inclination.

My songs contain your melody in them,

The silent melody of your sacrifices.

My dreams are guided by your directions,

Direction to the wonderland of my life.

My tears drop down by your heft in them,

The heft of your unspoken emotions.

My dear everything! 

You are my creator:

The creator of the 'me' factor.

You are my protector:

The protector of my physique and soul.

You are my destroyer:

The destroyer of 'the bad me'.

My Dear All-Mighty,

I wish you be blessed with eternal existence,

To prove to the world the quality of your love and persistence!