O Mother Divine!
As you step out, clutching your black handbag,
your guilt-ridden face tears me apart!
Fret not, amma! I’ll be fine! Just fine!
 
O my love! My wife!
As you wake up from the nuptial bed,
caught in the crosswords of home and office,
I’ll do all I can to better your life!
 
O my darling girl!
As you free yourself from my clutching hands,
and step inside the big bad world of wolves,
I’ll be the guiding light, watching you unfurl!