That Thou has placed a cleansed mirror before me is true!
And that Thou art playing on Veen beautifully
haunting melodies is also true!
But Mother,
my blindness and my deafness has not left me yet!
Bless me with eyes that can see Thee and ears that can hear Thee Mother!!
As one afraid to swim in nectar one should be drowned,
As one who is afraid of his gold,
As one who throws away the philosopher’s stone,
Feeling that it is too heavy to carry,
And as the mad – cap who may drive out the divine cow
‘Kamadhenu’ feeling it too burdensome to feed it:
I too am shunning whatever good that comes
my way and am hugging all vice – –
How art Thou forgiving me still, Mother.
If Thou art compared to the sky
the simile suits well Mother!
For, there won’t be anything that does not fall under your shade
as nothing can dwell outside Thee;
There won’t be a square inch where Thy Feet are not present
just as there can’t be any place without the sky;
And they fan residing in all will be enjoying all
Yet, just as the sky is formless, Thou too can’t be seen
nor held, Mother! Strange !!
Small clouds are not always small in their output;
A short banana tree can give hundreds of sweet fruits;
The small jasmine can flood many a mile with its sweet scent;
We know all these Mother! and so don’t hope that we are going to leave Thee for
Thou appearest short!
Our hopes are growing around Thee with evey minute Mother!!
Lest it should disturb the sky and wind around Thee
You won’t move even your little finger
But to uplift the fallen, to soothe the wounded,
and to bless the innocent and the pure
Thy unmoving hand always presents itself like a lightening!
Strange indeed!!
The great sea looks innocent though holding in her
lap many rivers and rivulets!
What if it is a river or a brook the sea hugs it with love.
Likewise, what if we may cause bliss or pain!
To Thee we are all Thine.
Thy heart is not a drop of pollen ending behind a hundred petals!
It is a river of pure honey with no end nor beginning!
What else can I say, Mother!!