Crawling out from the pages of past
As an insignificant worm of energy
Frail and fragile touch me not delicacy
Encompassing the entire universe
The ultimate creative grace of the world
Looks with munificence filled eyes
At the human partiality
Which locks and keeps the magnificent power
A smile garnishes the innocent lips
On the ego of the weaker race
Supreme mother of the universe
When divided the race into men and women
To balance the forces of love and cruelty
Love is the weapon of mother
Inherited by every mother of the earth
If fathers create the race like snake
They might have swallowed half
With a prejudiced mind
Motherly love feeds the child as milk
But Manu, the great,
foresaw the boundless power
If not checked, he thought
We should enslave
So came forth with codes
As Dharma to press and compress the endless
To tether them to homes and children
With their delicate sentiments
But nothing is required for the unruly.
The blind generations follow the footsteps
To crown their supremacy
Veiled the beauty calling it protection
Now
If woman wants to be what they want
Where is the need of law and order?
Escapism is not the way
They choose the direct path
No need of reservations or
Amendment of sections
The choice is left to them
Still I choose the path of love
To spread it as milkyway to the blind in dark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Still I choose the path of love..............That is the only answer left to mankind.....good impressive poem