O Almighty! Thou were in that particle
In the form of eternal, blissful energy
Isn't this growing universe Thy miracle
Such millions universes lie on Thy mercy
O Divine Mother! Energy is Thy name
Never born, Never died just transforming
Taking infinite forms yet ever the same
Thus this world too looks so charming
What an amazing spell Thou weave!
So many, different, colourful, toys
Thou put before stupid kids and leave
Just making all oblivious Thy lap's joys
O Only One Omnipresent Divine Mother!
Who knows the way of calling Thee?
Several seers sometimes call Thee Father
Some claim Thee Their mate with glee
Let this son choose the sweetest relation
That any human heart felt on this earth
Just bewildered seeing this rare creation
O How Thou weave woes along with mirth!
Let rationalists call Thee as an illusion
Let Science too call Thee Force or energy
Let atheists debate and make idiotic fun
Still Thou will remain True Mother to me
O The Divine Mother! Just snatch my wit
Quite fatigued of these monotonous logics
Once for all in Thy motherly lap, let me sit
No more toy please, they look like bricks
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