Child of Mine,
How did you know,
just by my touch,
That I am yours,
mother of yours
How come it
happened, you quieted in hush
When in comfort, of
only my hug
Or was it my
surprise, that you were telling
That you are mine, baby of mine
If looking for
miracles, just look at a birth
A life created, when
there was none
Why is it, that you
chose me
Why is it, that you
smile at me
Why is it, your first
word is Amma
Why is it, you first
love me
Why is it, that I
have your food
Why is it, my kiss
always consoles
Why is it, I can put
you to sleep
Are these questions,
that answer themselves
Mother of mine, I
always was you
First as a longing,
waiting in you
Now as a child,
belonging to you
Mother of mine, I am
part of you
As moonlight ever,
belongs to moon
Mother of mine, you
chose me
You are this Bhumi,
life-giver in nature
That Goddess on
which, creation subsists
Mother of mine, I
smile at you
You created me, and
still are in awe
As if you choose,
not to know your power
Mother of mine, my
first word is you
Your name in
veneration, is sacred of all
Purer than even,
holy chant Om
Mother of mine, my
first love is you
You chose to love,
before you knew me
And know you will
love me, whatever be
Mother of mine, you
have my food
It is the prasad,
only a God gives
Though you are the
one, devoted to me
Mother of mine, your
kiss always consoles
In that you tell me,
all pain will go
And if you are
there, I can bear all else
Mother of mine, you
put me to sleep
Your heartbeat and
voice, as when I was inside
Had taught me
rhythm, brought me to life
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