Recalling you on this special day,
Isn't a ritual for me to observe,
Though formless and invisible,
You are forever present in me,
My revered, adorable Maa!
Inseparably mingled are you,
Into my very existence,
Making your mark truly felt,
In whatever I say or do.
When tears well up in my eyes,
Seeing someone reeling in pain,
It's your genuine empathy,
Surging up in me from within
When I fail to check myself,
From rushing to someone in trouble,
It's but your passion for helping
Prompting me to do what I can.
Of cruelty and injustice,
It's your keen sense of righteousness,
Forcing me to fight the wrongdoer.
When overwhelmed with happiness
At something good happening around,
I bow down to God gratefully,
Reflecting your way of thanksgiving,
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