Dayaamritanidhhi

Little One…

Yes..

yes..what

is the matter..

Mother

??

Anything…

bothering…

You

?

Child..

She says

gently runs

Her fingers..

over my head

like a breeze

so calm..

that’s cool..

yet warm

for the Child..

The Mother’s palm

Child..

dear One..

a day will come

all will be gone..

families..

kith n kin..

none..but You

left alone

all within

day will come

dreams will be

gone

like vapours..

in the sun

all will awaken

in You

You will awaken

in Me

there will..

only be..One

oh..

i see

i hear me say

n beyond that..

Mother..

?

will there be

Love n Light

for all

So bright..

Goodness n Grace

in kinder ways…

Ma..would there be

cottony clouds

for all to fly

up Up UP

in the Sky

?

Mother..Mother

the dam..

breaks loose

stemming the tide

now of no use…

Ma..would there be

just enough

rain n sun..

n food enough

for everyone

?

would there be Ma

water so clear

where tiger n deer

share Your nectar

together..

with no fear…

?

Ma..Ma will there

be

enough Life

for everyone

where none dies

so another lives…

so all partake..

in

Your priceless Gift

of Life n Freedom

these passing

gifts

You gifted

Yourself

in Your aloneness

to See how..

Life in Poetry

would

really be like…

Now You know

o primitive power

how Intention

is like

thorns n flowers

package deals..

where

nothing comes

free

where

someone always

pays

so You can be free

some One always

pays…

so You can

Be