Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

My Mother- Symbolic Power


My mother is the symbolic power of
Cosmic consciousness and my God.

My mother governs my life my universe
My mother is behind my creation
My preservation.

My mother is divine
And her wills prevails over me.

I am gigantic imagination of mind
Only for my mother.

In this struggle of
Good and evil
Truth and untruth
Virtue and vice
Freedom and involution
Light and darkness
It is my mother
Who can show me
Divine law before me
And save me.

My mother is saying me
Truth alone triumphs
Positive must and
does overcome the negative
And always my mother is here
Rouse me to this truth
And regulate my life.

My mother is the champion of
Positive idealism
Message of my mother is
Self-perfection, equal vision
Balance of mind
Motiveless service to humanity
Unselfishness and
Absolute humility.

And it is true
Cruelty towards any creation
Is cruelty done to one's own mother.

I love my mother.

Submitted: Monday, May 13, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, May 14, 2013

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