Sweet are Her words, yet sharp
Straightly penetrate into our skin
Awakening all cells blinded in misconception
For very long, have we tried to build on
Nothing but our identities strong
Mother arrives in, attempting to knock it down
Her charm n glory displayed fervent
In paving ways for destroying our egos
One such way's slipping into Her Sangha
Persistent needs the ego to flee
Else, no where do we get to,
except nurturing our head-weight
Mother and child, both responsible
For bringing joy mutually in each others hearts
Simpler a process ceases to exist
Ah! perceive the ecstatic smile of Her
Our ego when offered to Her feet;
Only for Her to slay it and dance on
Eternally grateful gets She
Towards Her child for this act
Nothing more expects does She
Only but to find us in action and in inaction....
with not a slight tinge of ego
What more joy lies in us children
Other than keeping our Mother in ecstasy
Let's consciously move in life, bearing no identity
Every situation She creates with a sole motive
To dance in gratitude on unmasking us
From our vivid masks of false identities
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