Returning to the Great Mother

Bruised and tired,

Wounded and mired,

I have returned to you,

O great Motherland, beloved and revered.

Under your wings, let me heal

Nuggets of life, let me steal

Let my eyes savour,

Your soothing sights,

Let your cool breezes propel,

My deflated spirit's flights.

Let me embrace my rocks and trees,

Let me drink my rivers and seas,

Let me hear my kith and kin,

Let me live the fest and din.

O great wheel of time,

For a while, rest,

Let me recuperate,

In my beloved Mother's nest.

Far and wide,

I shall fly from this perch,

But beloved Mother,

You are and to you belong,

All the ends of my search.

Nikhil.