Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Holy Mother Sri Sri Maa Sarada (The Mother Figure Of Ramakrishna Math And Mission) - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Words can't reach there,
And senses fail to feel,
Sitting as spiritual nucleus in human lotus,
Play of creation and destruction you deal,
Hay mother you labored the earth, by your will.
Remaining in every one,
You remain unseen,
And the wheel of Maya you stream,
Planting and reaping on Time’s waves,
Life force and black-hole,
Light and dearness,
The pigmy and giants, -all,
Come and return as passengers,
From your mystic Urn.
You are self revelatory,
To a devotee of purest body and mind,
Who like a lost child cries for the mother,
You bring flood in a desert, by divine art,
And you illumines the worshiper’s heart.
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