From get-go moment to the finale event,
Stream of love, in whiteness, munificent.
Gloomy, Wild, Moody, as the mind fluctuate,
Prompting to chase the mind that never twist.
For the flat heart, the soul solely gift,
And the sick mind gets cleanse to purity,
Through the magical touch of the pure heart.
A Donor as always, a God-Woman, in pure sense,
Mother, to infer your wish, I took several chances,
So that I can replicate the white love to you,
But you persisted cleansing my heart,
As a woman of God like sagacity!