To Mother, My Appeal

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To Mother, My Appeal

A Sonnet

Thou art God that I do surely know
But why be reckless and mar the show?!
A pinch of tact, a fistful of caution
Can yield produce none will abandon.

I speak for Thee saying, “Thou art love”
And Thou art now with a sword somehow!
I say then, “Thou art peace and silence”
And the din and cacophony did commence!

Ah God, said I, must be by reason sound
And Thou, Eternal-Boy, whirl the peoples around!
All my strategems have come to naught
Slim was chance that Thou would be caught.

Now I must escalate, to Mother my appeal
”Krishna plays with me no more, nor listens to what I tell!”

PS: Our offering to the Divine Mother, on day 6 of Navratri 2018.