Navratri

Waiting were the souls,

busy in their roles,

For the mother to arrive,

And bless them to strive,

Towards the positives and rights,

lighter and the might's,

Craving were the beings,

to be awarded the wings

Of the motherly affection,

With a child like notion,

The mother is here,

And the children in her arms.

Perfect unity,

Perfect bond,

Mother, Maiyya, Maa,

Sang hamare yahan.