Ten arms I see on you
Ten myths that tell a tale
Ten hands with lessons anew
Ten truths that never fail.
Symbols of knowledge, epitome of power,
The conch that resonates the Universal Om,
The beautiful partially blooming flower,
The Trident to calm every unknown storm.
Yet in ignorance we have forgotten Thy Grace
And let truth slip away like grains of sand,
In a world where evil has maligned Thy form and face
I place my all, Ma, in Thy ever benign Hand.