Amma

In the quiet of the black night, beneath the white moon's glow, My mother stands like Durga, fierce yet gentle in flow. With a crown of stars and a heart full of grace, She embodies strength in every embrace. Her eyes are the wisdom of the ages from the past, A guardian of affection, steadfast and vast. With arms that protect me like the Goddess Kali, She shields us from harm, fierce yet so free. Her voice is a mantra, soothing and pure, In her presence, our troubles find solace a cure. Like Saraswati's wisdom, she guides my way, In the light of her knowledge, we learn and we sway. Her singing is like music, like temple bell's chime, Resonating with joy, transcending all the time. In the warmth of her hugs, I find my home, With her strong spirit, I am never alone. Oh divine mother, with love you empower, In every small gesture, you bloom like a pink blossom. You are the essence of life, sacred and wise, A reflection of a goddess, in your tender guise. To my mother, she is divine and bright, Embodiment of grace, my guiding light. In every heartbeat, in every prayer I send, I honour you amma, love with no end.