I have no words to praise
Your grandeur
Your kind heart
and grace
that falls upon me
on dark dreary days …
A humble being
yet I’ve dared to dream
of unseen unknown love
the songs,
eternity seems to hymn…
Within I’m well aware
that I’m far far away
on a distant land
where You won’t
care to drop a gaze…
Yet the hearts stuck
on the pathway
that leads Your way..
At times, I try to sober
the child
that hides in me
throws tantrums
lies on the floor
swept clean…
What can a mother do
If not pray
to the Lord
for her child’s silly silly dream…
Helpless even hopeless
she could be
But for the tinkle
shinny twinkle
In the eyes of her toddler
she walks
each day at Your altar
kneels unto Thee…
O Dear Lord
I am the Mother
I am also the child
with no one around
not a dry petal
nor a drop of water
who but You could
turn this life
upside…
Each day I loose
hope
yet for that innocent smile
Of the softness inside
I plead
not knowing
how to pray
like cows left to graze
I look at You
Hopeful
that one day, You’ll know all that I wish to say…
alight from Your abode
and gather me
in Your gentle and subtle ways
journey me
from un-known
make me Your own…
All glories to my Divine Master and magnanimous Shri Hari ji!! 🌸🙇♀️
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