After coming to Skandashramam
Life changed better for them.
Mother collected edible leaves
And roots from the hilly places.
She served cooked leaves
And roots to the devotees.
She treated all the servants
Very kindly as her own sons.
She was always near her son
And didn’t go anywhere even
To attend her daughter’s invitation
For the new house opening occasion.
She had planned her death
As to give up her last breath
In her son’s divine presence
And not to die anywhere else.
From 1920, her health deteriorated.
All the intensive treatments failed.
Her last moment had approached.
Ramana felt her condition not good.
On her breast, he kept his right hand,
And on her head, his left hand,
In order to deliver her soul
To reach her final divine goal.
As renounced life she had lived.
In a Samadhi she was buried,
At the foothill, near the Tank Pali,
Instead of burning her body.
O’er the Samadhi they installed
Both a Chakra and a Siva Lingam
Mathrubootheswarar they named Him,
And like a small temple they worshiped.
A wonder took place thereafter.
Near her Samadhi was there
A wet land with water trickling,
That when deepened it gave a spring.
They dug a deep well in that place,
That gave water for their daily use,
Thus even after Mother’s departure
She served them all with well water.
Samadhi = Grave