In the realm of divine grace, behold,
Mother Lalitha, with her radiance untold.
Upon her forehead, a tilak divine,
A mark of kastūri, a fragrance in line.
A tiny dot, made with fragrant paste,
Adorning her brow with elegance and taste.
With colored earths and sandalwood combined,
This tilak, a jewel, in beauty enshrined.
Like a dark spot on the moon, it rests,
Enhancing her glow, by the gods blessed.
Though small in size, it holds great might,
Amplifying her radiance, a celestial light.
This mark, so humble, yet holds a key,
Guiding our gaze, where focus shall be.
At the center of concentration, it leads,
A gateway to wisdom, where the spirit feeds.
The forehead's glow, this tilak does enhance,
Drawing our attention, like a sacred dance.
With every glance, our reverence it provokes,
Immersed in devotion, our souls it invokes.
A mark of devotion, of beauty and grace,
It mirrors the divine, on Mother's sacred face.
It beckons us closer, to witness her might,
In this little mark, a world infinite.
Oh, fragrant tilak on Lalitha's brow,
A symbol of devotion, both then and now.
In its presence, we find solace and peace,
Our hearts and minds, in divine release.
Let us marvel at this celestial art,
As it adorns Mother's forehead, a precious part.
For in this tilak, we find a sacred connection,
And journey closer to spiritual perfection.
