O Mother Dear Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

Oh why I'm suffering from woe and fear.
It seems some ghoul is holding me by rein.
You only can help me O Mother dear.

I allow rain to drench and the Sun to sear.
I punish thus myself to become sane.
Oh why I'm suffering from woe and fear.

Am I not your dear son O Ma please swear!
Why don't you lift from me this cursing bane.
You only can help me O Mother dear.

Your eyes are full of grace like brimming mere.
Your palms assure to snap the chains mundane.
Oh why I'm suffering from woe and fear.

Your dazzling earrings make our vision clear.
Your shining trident slays the fiends insane.
You only can help me O Mother dear.

While walk'ng alone we hear your anklets near.
We feel your halos throwing light on plain.
Oh why I'm suffering from woe and fear.
You only can help me O Mother dear.