(From morning i was occupied fully by the reverberating thoughts of Amma; started writing in the morning and completed now; submitting at Her golden feet)
Blooming as the flower
In the stony heart
Watering this weed with plenty of love
Made this life live with compassion
Divine mother
Coming near me
Making a fence of love
As soft as your clothes
Your complexion of chocolate brown
Lending your ears ready to listen
Hey queen of wavy dancing hair
Your nose ring throws the light essential for my life
Your radiance removing the darkness around me
And your forehead forming the lake of peace
I sought your lap to lay my head
When you shall whisper the message of love
As you nurse thy children by rubbing their backs
Giving each soul the need of the moment
Take care of this child longing for love
Wiping my tears with your hands
Bathe my heart with a glance of your eyes
Showering thy grace soaked with compassion
Make me love all things I see
With a stroke of thy unearthly smile
Like your song that makes all sing
Mould this simpleton the way you desire
Surround this soul lying at your feet
For I love you my Mother I have nowhere to go!
21 2 2009
How do u know her clothes are soft? Your imaginary is great. You have the power of 'Bhava'. Amma is as soft as a petal of fresh rose. The way you have written the poem shows you had taken Her darshan, though you say ' not yet'. Sometimes I feel PH is a heap of emotional garbage. So many meaningless poems are poured into it day by day. But it has gems too like yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poems have deep meaning I would say they are potential classics, wish you all the best