When Maa is around

When Maa is around

Each hour wraps itself in a new fragrance.

Evenings bloom fancy—

Sometimes of rose, sometimes of sandalwood—

From the incense she lights to appease the Gods.

Mornings awaken with spices,

Their zest filling every nook...

Late afternoons sip coffee,

Or sometimes bask in the warmth of latte tea.

And nights—oh, the nights—

Feel calm and restful,

Just as they did

When I was little,

Toddling in the comfort of our warm, cozy home.