Mother Goddess Poem by Indira Renganathan

Short single plaited of her curly locks
Tall, simple, draped with six yards
Queenly significant, nightingale voiced
Pretty enough to be admired
Mamma is ever my first goddess

Her veneration with high ideals
Her composure with amiable qualities
Have lasting records filling up my mind
I'm her disciple, well tuned
No doubt, mamma is ever my first goddess

Home, like a choultry of many numbers
With increasing population of naughty kids
Of aunts, uncles and even grand-parents
Issued year by year without any pause

Challenge! caring for her own kids
Nursing others', serving the elders
Cooking for the battalion the food
In huge vessels with more heed
Great, mamma is ever my first goddess! !