17.11.2024
We were collecting seeds in Bangalore To bring more beauty to the Matrimandir. It was a challenging day. We fell asleep. Early morning under our door we found A newspaper and there what did we see, The Mother's face and quickly read the words Telling us that She had passed away. A taxi took us swiftly to the gate And there we joined long lines of weeping souls.
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