Mingling nine planets bangle,
the rising Sun on her forehead;
rays of saffron brawn her vermilion,
sprinkles turmeric for auspicious reunion.
Her pinkie guides toddling steps,
truth of breaths lie in her breasts;
she carries lit lamps on plates,
threads around wrists protect her sphincter dates.
Let not kitchen be her only kingdom,
she also inks on ruled papers of trapezium;
peels but does not reveal layers of onion,
the kohl in her eyes safeguards every nation.
Her life walks on braided paths,
until she mothers another mother of love to last;
her intuitiveness does not let any flag be at half mast,
she designs footprints even before her children crawl to start.
Writer: Aakash
Artist: Lorelie Evalin
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