Our Mother
Published on February 6, 2018
Our Mother
A Poem
From Her creative heart of timeless bliss
Falls on our sombre mood a healing ray.
For her tread were built all worlds and our lives
At her touch from this trance we wake
To distant heavens beneath her feet.
The long toil and endless wait
Now recompensed by Her single gaze.
Our praying fire and worded chants
The gestured acts of a ritual scheme
Are only pedestals that await Her feet.
She is the flame we are here to house
Her light we must cast by our acts.
To Her feet our servitude divine
To be bound to Her our only freedom.
Picture Courtesy: Priti Ghosh