Lord Shiva came down to earth
In the form of mother pig
To feed pitiable piglets
When they ran hither and thither
In search their expired mother!
Oh Maa!
In which world do You dwell?
How much ever I yell
It seems nothing reaches Your ear!
This indifference I am unable to bear!
Why am I not able to see You?
What should I fulfill,
To win Your pity?
What sin did I commit?
Why this unending fury?
Why am I not able to sense You,
If You dwell in every nook and crook?
Which sense do I lack?
Which door should I knock?
Won’t You convey a message
In a language, which this
Little mad could realize?
Won’t You take a form
In front of me, which this
Little fool could recognize?
Oh Maa!
In which world do You dwell?
How much ever I yell
It seems nothing reaches Your ear!
This indifference I am unable to bear! ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
after reading this immediately RK came to mind: when a person is dipped inside water, he would make all efforts to relieve himself....i see those efforts in every word...great poem from a great spiritualist