Not atop a hill, nor in a religious place,
Not a leader, nor a sage in a hermitage,
Not a king, nor a healer prima facie,
But in my Son, lies my Guru!
For it takes a soul as pure as him,
To awaken the spirituality within,
For it is he who made me evolve,
Coming a long distance from where I was.
The whims and fancies of yesteryears,
The aims and ambitions once so paramount,
The disappointment and despairs in life,
The struggles and sacrifices as I went along,
All seem so trivial now,
In front of his doting eyes and soulful smile!
My world through his eyes,
And his world through mine.
I see the strongest bond nature has ever created,
That of pure, unconditional love,
Of a Mother and Child!
How many will he inspire when he grows up,
How many will submit to his command,
I wonder, but today and always,
Truly in my Son, my Little Krishna,
Lies my Guru, my inspiration, my Soul!
…Divya Johar
Beautiful and inspiring! Only someone who has surrendered to the Divine with full devotion in her heart could have written such a masterpiece.
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Beautiful and inspiring! Only someone who has surrendered to the Divine with full devotion in her heart could have written such a masterpiece.