Who Was Remembering Poem by Budhashaya Behera
Who Was Remembering
I was sleeping,
I was dreaming,
Who was calling me?
Who was calling me?
Who was remembering me?
In this dreamy weather
I had heard his flute.
The tune was not muted,
He was my child Lord,
He was my nephew!
Who was asking me for curd,
Who was asking for butter,
I have kept cow's milk,
For him in earthen pot,
If he would come,
He would drink,
My child was calling me!
Who was remembering,
While I was sleeping,
In deep breath,
In deep affection,
Who was remebering his aunt?
Budhashaya knows his name!
He was child Lord,
The flute player! ,
The most cute child was calling!
© Budhashaya Behera,30 October 2020. All rights reserved.
Creator is supreme, most beneficent, most merciful, we all know His existence and presence. A nice poem. Knowing HIM is realization of the supreme power.5**
The call of the divine flute Player - Sri Krishna - is so sweet and enchanting! With all his devotees, He plays like a little child, full of love. A beautiful poem........5 Stars
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I would like to translate this poem
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If devotees remember Lord with pure name, then Lord guides the devotees in dream and reality. I agree with M. Asim Nehal. Realization of God's existence is definitely a great duty. This poem is excellently penned..5 stars.