Remember our Ma Sarada, the mother of the mankind
Always compassionate to others without a precondition
By all eyewitness accounts she was a heavenly blossom
Giving off selfless love in her divine romantic fragrance

She treated all her children with a clear even mind
Knowing the need of a child in her Global-Mother-Soul
So none ever returned from her holding a dismayed face
As all felt the healing touch of her intense loving grace

Same Mother she remains to be after her body’s demise
Only living in the devotees’ heart in fine disguise
Appearing promptly in response to devotees’ call
Thus tending an ailing heart with kind comforting grace

Thus she attends all her children freed from time and space
Far faster than any means our high-tech tools can do
As we can avail her help at any time from any place
By joining our own consciousness to her omnipresent grace

Mother of mankind she has been and thus she remains to be
So long as we seek Mother’s help in the midst of calamity