959. Where Is The Soul Among These Fragments? Poem by Raman Savithiri

I –
A child who drank love from my mother’s brimming breasts;
A toddler who ate affection from father’s tiresome turmoil;
A student who gulped facts from master’s marvellous minds;
A youth who tried to steal a heart of same thump and rhythm.

The ‘I’ is a group of bits and pieces of love and affection!
Where is the soul among these fragments? A true detection!

I –
A daughter supposed to serve parents old age by my own hands;
A mother indebted to give my breasts to toothless mouth of kids;
A wife obliged to give my heart to my spouse as honestly he bids;
A teacher dutiful to restore my brain to young lasses and lads;

The ‘I’ is split into bits and pieces of love and affection!
Where is the soul among these fragments? A true detection!

Amma,
Why this trade of relations masked under name of love?
All giving and taking the rules of humanity should I bow?
The way out of this ever whirling karmas you should show;
Total surrendering to this tiresome soul your grace must bestow!
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24-01-08 (Thursday)
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