Every minute I summoned to you
Every minute I waited for you
But only disappointment sickened me
Till last minute nothing meant to me
Now it is amazing being with you
Swear by that moon you won't leave
For your radiant presence of blue
Need to change me not to grieve
Come home or this be the home
Let us live filially part and part
Of a mother with a son lovesome
Modelling a life where nothing'll interrupt
I shall give you whatever Yashoda gave
All the delicacies of milk, you crave
Address me mom as you did to Yashoda
Spend my days like you did with Yashoda
'Cry not' said the God-child Krishna
Stayed back. My piety to little Krishna
Turned meaningful; life got salvaged
a mother blessed is yashodha...for she had the fortune of bringing up in discipline and love the ONE whose manifestation as a blue bodied- thataka, of course- blue eyed child taught mankind discipline and love through Bhagavadh Geetha, The Song of God...natural, every wise woman aspires to be a yashodha...10
a summons is also a calling both heart wretching end encouraging, you are still saddled with the responsability a lovely echoing of emotions deeply personal, thanks for sharing, all the best Shimon
To me this is all complex, but it flows so well and the meaning is interesting. I like it a lot.: ]
a deep poetic connection established with the Higher name Heres wishing you and your near ones a Happy 2009 Cheers Chitra
a summons is also a calling both heart wretching end encouraging, you are still saddled with the responsability a lovely echoing of emotions deeply personal, thanks for sharing, all the best Shimon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a beautiful feeling motherly feeling to little Krishna.. A fine poetry connecting God to heart. Rema