Syama Wakes On The Cremation Grounds
Syama wakes on the cremation grounds
To take Her child
At the final hour
To Her lap.
The peaceful Mother sits on the pyre
In fire hidden by Her sari of love.
To hold him on Her lap
She left the Kailasa of Her joy, and
With blessings and fearlessness in Her hands
Made the cremation grounds Her home.
Why fear this place