In The Lap Of My Mother Poem by VIJAY KUMAR ROY

Wandering amid hills and forests
I'm captured by Her beatific smiles
Every gaze creates an Elysium
And rouses the powers of penance of Vishwamitra.

The unseen infrequent trees and terrains,
The old oaks, banyans and pines
Stretch their hands and surround me
To tell the ancient stories of sages and saints.

The innocent foothills along with trees
Wounded by machines and mortals
Pave serpentine ways
And lament the development at the cost of environment.

Hovering around the heavenly hues
And staring at the untended homeward herds of cows
Remind me of the courting of Radha and Krishna,
And Meera's psalms on the weary ways of Vrindavan.

Roaming like Siddharth
Getting embraced in the lap of Mother
I sucked all milk
That did Hanuman and monkey-soldiers in the company of Rama.

(Cite: Roy, Vijay Kumar. 'In the Lap of My Mother.' Realm of Beauty and Truth: A Collection of Poems. Authorspress,2016, p.17.)