comb my curly unruly hair,
wipe my face neat with saree,
black mark on my forehead,
kiss it before you let me go to play.
chide me for being late
from the evening's play,
wash my limbs off the dirt
and lead me to prayer hall.
the full meaning of the words muttered,
whether i understood or not,
that you certainly did, and He heard
i had faith without doubt
surest refuge of all fears
mundane or otherwise
the care of your lap
and the familiarity of it all
your love and purity,
shielded me from all evil
i would myself run towards,
like a blanket in breezy winds
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