From silent waters blooms the Padma,
Bathed in the warmth of morning's gold;
Rising above the depths below,
A timeless story softly told.
It wears the sunlight with quiet grace,
Yet draws its strength from hidden ground;
A reminder that true Bhakti lives
Where faith, patience, and peace are found.
The lotus never forgets its source,
Though crowned by beauty, light, and sky;
So may my soul, through every blessing,
Hold fast to truth as years pass by.
From sacred mud its roots arise,
Transforming struggle into art;
Just so, the Divine reveals itself
To a devoted, seeking heart.
O blessed Padma, teach me...
To rise with gratitude, not pride;
To bloom in peace, with patient soul,
And keep devotion deep inside.
