From get-go moment to the finale event,
Streams of love in whiteness, munificent.
Gloomy, Wild, Moody, as my mind fluctuates,
Naturally I chase your mind that never twists.
My broken heart, the soul's chief theft,
And my sick mind gets cleansed to purity
Through the magical touch of your pure heart.
A Donor as always, a God-Woman in pure sense,
Mother, to infer your wish, I took several chances,
So that I can replicate your white love to you,
But you persisted cleansing my heart,
As a woman of God like sagacity!
