Amma, My Petty Gift.
I wish to offer this diary unto your lotus feet.
But I’m ashamed to give this petty one,
As You bedeck the throne,
Crowned as the Queen of the Universe.
The Goddess of wealth and
The Goddess of wisdom,
Both Rama and Vaani are at your service.
How will You treat this poor child?
Kuchela brought the flattened rice,
To the Palace of Sri Krishna.
He was embarrassed to give it.
However Lord took that bundle voluntarily.
If I stand in front of You,
Without knowing how to disclose this,
Will You take this from my hesitant hands?
But I know not if my love is pure like Kuchela’s
How will You measure my dirty heart?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when light enters a room is there a possibility of darkness hiding in a corner; when love for Amma is permeating your soul and body where will you have dirt....Amma will not agree...me also...great poem