Her incomparable gait! (Marālī-manda-gamanā)

In the realm where gods and goddesses reside,
A celestial presence walks with ethereal pride.
Mother Lalitha, with grace unsurpassed,
Her gait, a sight that leaves us searching for thought.

Like a female swan, majestic and pure,
Her steps glide softly, a beauty to endure.
From the sacred kunda, she emerges bright,
Her presence captivating, a mesmerizing sight.

Her feet barely touch the ground as she goes,
Each step a dance, a symphony in prose.
Incomparable, her gait, beyond all compare,
Such is the essence of her divine flair.

No swan can match the grace she displays,
As she approaches, gods and goddesses gaze.
Her movement, a ballet, a celestial choreography,
An enchanting spectacle, a celestial tapestry.

Her stride is like a gentle breeze's caress,
Effortlessly she traverses, leaving hearts sans all stress.
With each step, a thousand flowers bloom,
Her presence casts away darkness, dispersing gloom.

Though words may fall short to capture her grace,
Visual comparisons strive to paint a trace,
Of the indescribable elegance that she holds,
A walking gait that mystifies and unfolds.

Mother Lalitha, the epitome of divine art,
Her incomparable gait, a masterpiece of the heart.
No swan nor mortal can ever compare,
To the celestial splendor that she graciously wears.

-Mani