The Mother Poem by C. P. Sharma

The golden womb
Omnipresent mother
You are in all: energy,
intelligence and wealth

I bow to you O Primal Force
Worldly existence you endorse
In you all beauty enshrined
To the evil you are unkind

You are worshiped in nine forms
The world with love and beauty
Peace and prosperity, you adorn
Stern with devils, them you scorn

Four times in a year we worship
In nine days devotions dip
In nine hues your dress glaze
Your blessings flow in nine ways

Black beauty, you kill the boar
Peace and harmony you restore
Blood red are your bright eyes
Fiery breath in howling cries

Your nine appellations we adore
Your blessings in them we score
Emerging from the mountains
Protect flora, fauna and fountains

Practicing devout austerity in life
You liberate the posterity from strife
Riding the lion, you empower women
Fight against the treachery of men

Hatching the cosmic egg love sown
Seated on lotus you grant boons
As Katyayani, you shower grace
In Gauri the devotees purity trace

Sans you the world cannot exist
Sans you we cannot sail through the mist