Maa, you are the pearls of poetry in my prose,
Maa, you are the invisible ittar in my rose,
Maa, you are the nazaakat ‘n’ nakhra in the way my saree flows,
Maa, you are the palette of perfumed memories your painted canvas on my wall echoes,
Maa, you are the silken lyricism in the lullaby that still into my ears tiptoes,
Maa, though we miss having you around to hug us close,
Maa, we thank the Lord you’re with Him in a place safer from the pandemic’s woes.