Who doesn't like a mother's lap? Clasped in a soft red sari and a tingling payal at her ankles, she walks like a pure swan! A serene look, like she bestows peace on Maansarovar!
By the way, how could shivji be Shiva without his shakti, as she has kept everything going, everything moving and everything at its place; Maa, when will you descend from the heavens for this little child, crying and crumbling down to dust?
You carry a thousand arms and I have only two, how can I ever serve you with mere two arms Maa? How can my two hands ever do justice to the glory, the majesty you carry?
You sit on a lion's throne like a giant mind in control, but Maa, like that bow, can you not hold my reigns? Can you not hold my hope? It's okay, Maa, let me be a mad woman, a mad woman in your love! Smother! Burn me down- Like the tears of a bhakta! Maa, how can I live in a human jungle without your thoughts, without your idol, how can I ever love with my heart gone somewhere out of my sight Maa? Maa, Please don't abandon me, I am but a little child of mud Maa! Pick up this clay, hold it in your hands Maa, love me! And let me love you too Maa!

~ my thoughts!
I miss my Maa, my divine Maa😔❣