Vermillion Glowing Poem by Suriya ...

With bated breath I watch,
The vermillion glowing,
On your forehead, dear mother!
In the half light of early hours
The priests praise thy glory,
Chanting away thy power.
Into the day time,
In this steeple chase,
Of life, the thorns,
The rocks, the obstacles,
The insurmountable barricades,
That come my way,
In thy grace,
They just obey and show the way;
When you open your eyes,
Oh, my mother!
Thy grace, thy glory, thy power! !