How nice to behold
And to soothe the eye
With beautified glimpse
Of Mother with her child.
Aindrila Polley and Arish
In heavenly benediction flourish
And the poet does cherish
The sustain of the time-caught beauty..
Who, why, when, -matters not,
The Divine herself peeps,
She recreates and reaps,
Her image and will,
Through mother-Child,
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