The platter of plume
Disguised as Motherly love
Heaves!
The Heaps of its soft touch
Whose suppleness, the
Dropping saggy skin
Protect the whole
With an aura, umblemished!
Never ever
Any form of mine
Called for thy calling
As ever I sustain myself
By thy oneness, partaken!
O Maa! Platter with thy plume!
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