Hymn to the Mothers

I am fertile like sun, winds, and waters

I flow with rivers, my sacred daughters

I shine when I see my jewel-like crops

I hear the crystals of dews and drops

I walk with pilgrims in search of truth

I run with pride and support my youth

I am hard like stone and soft like silk

I am black like coal and white like milk

I breathe in every fragrance of spice

I am reborn with every grain of rice

I nurture every new seedling that is born

I cry for every un-lived life and mourn

I am the sparrow that sings to the farms

I welcome everyone with my open arms

I am the gentle Earth that is also air

I live in the silent whispers of the prayer

I can sacrifice it all, just to hear your voice

I give peace and love, and that’s my choice

I am India, I am Mother India

I welcome the spring with million flowers

I bow to the summer and the sun’s powers

I bathe in the warm showers of monsoon

I fall with every leaf of the autumn moon

I surrender to the harsh winter’s treason

I will continue to flourish in every season