As your protective hands embrace
your encompassing hollow
holding with effortless grace
the little me within
To me
You become a celestial being
an attendant
of
the Supreme.
You may be adherent
to any form of belief
but then your touch bestows
that vital relief-
Albeit adorning yourself
with icons of whichever faith
The moral code
lingers in you to love
and surely not to hate
Nursing my need
as my unborn young shapes up
from the rudiment seed,
O Mother!
You provide
the ultimate refuge
You put up-
my ultimate cover
