913. Mother! Pick Pocketing Your Child! ? 260608 Poem by Raman Savithiri

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Yesterday I came to see my mother from my in-laws place. While getting down from the town bus in steps my purse(with some valuable items) was pickpocketted in a sec. I have been traveling long distances alone, sometimes even at midnight. I was always proud telling my friends and relatives that no ill-fate touched me so far. But this incident shook my pride. Still I feel the shock.
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Maa, May I know the reason behind?
Why was my (?) bag stolen at hind?
Though your names were in lips,
Why did fate send severe whips?

You know why do I greatly worry?
You know why do I feel sorry?
Won’t people mockingly poke at me,
Saying devotee and deity are false?

When kith and kin tell me to be careful,
I was always proud of your eyes mindful,
Which followed me all these years twenty,
In all my weary travels far and wide lonely!

Why did this happen? To burn out my ego?
I know you started melting ‘I’ long ago!
Why did this happen? To shatter my faith?
How are you going remake my heart pains?

Though a mother beats her child, where it would go?
In reality, though a lover deserts a lady of true love,
Where would Indian lass go? As always the foolish ego
Is after the world, my soul is after you, where can I go?

May I know if it was an effect of my past karma?
May I know if it was the result of my lack of care?
Bearing the blaming of world I catch your feet
I ever surrender unto You whether victory or defeat! 260608