The living deity who believes the best in me,
With much hardships,
She mounted Marigold mountains,
To drain herself in humdrum murkiness,
And to add colours to my life.
You moulded me into a flawless pot,
And filled me with values of life.
Indeed my dreams gathered glow,
Because of You, My mother!
You, the believer of positivity in me,
Guard me even in the lost spring,
Just like autumnal leaves,
I glide down the wind.
You, my Protectress,
Wields me from being drawn down,
I surrender my life to you,
For, you will shield and protect me,
My life is a humble submission to you.
Poem by Dr. Janatha Ramanathan
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