Leaves whispered a sound
I looked behind, felt you were around.
Were you in the waters? cool and deep,
Or do you lay on warm rocks, in cosmic sleep?
Did you walk up the hill holding my hand?
Or run on the shores stepping on white sand?
Are you the ‘scent of the rose’ the winds bring?
Or the source of love, the eternal spring?
Are you the one who holds me close?
Keeping me hidden in your secret pose.
Assuring is your pure and benevolent smile,
Urging me to cross the spiritual mile.

My Dear Ma! you are Tara, because you ensures Tarana or the 'crossing'.