Pearl Necklace for Maa Durga

O my Holy Mother,
I want to gift You a pearl necklace,
That which is entwined with my saline water,
And also wish You to wear it on Your breast.
Regardless I know that this entire universe-
The breezes, rains and seas,
Bestow picturesque ornaments on Your Holy Self.
Just as Stars offer You the anklets
Made from their light that transcends on Your feet,
Sliding through the kaleidoscopic doors of heaven.
And just as the Moon casts is radiance
On Your beatific face, figuring into studs on Your ears.
I want to gift You still,
A pearl necklace,
That which is entwined with my saline water.
On tenterhooks that when I bring this necklace to You,
You would reward me with Your Grace,
And melt the pearl necklace,
That just beamed gloriously and survived a 2-minute life,
After you garlanded it on to your breast.

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