Oh my dear child Lord,
You come and lock-down in my lap,
There will be no fear for you,
There will be protective time,
You will play in my lap
And you will play flute,
My child, your aunt is calling!
People are saying that
An unknown virus is spreading,
Hearing about this danger,
How can a mother stay?
Wherever you are, you come soon,
I have kept mask for you,
I have prepared sterilized food,
Safely you will eat,
My child, you do not fear.
I am your aunt, I am alive still,
You come my dear, you come,
I am still hearing your flute,
That you have played yesterday,
Today I know you can fight,
To defeat the unknown virus,
I know you have that power,
Still a mother's heart beats
And it beats in confusion,
Because I am a common mother
And you are my uncommon child,
Oh my child Lord, flute player,
You come into your Aunt's lap,
Budhashaya is chanting your name!
© Budhashaya Behera,9 April 2020. All rights reserved.
A wonderful poem dear madam! Liked it..thank you for sharing (Poetess Magadha)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Chanting prayers is all we can do in this troubled times! We are common men and we do have fears, but the Lord is uncommon and he alone can quell our fears! The mother instinct is so predominant in this poem!