When his grace falls on
And when the creature catches,
His vibration motivates,
A naive creature gains wisdom,
A deaf listens his flute,
A dumb dramatically speaks,
A person without legs
He climbs the Everest,
The highest mountain,
A sinner becomes impeccable man,
My Lord is gracious to all,
He holds the hand of a sinner
And he purifies him by his grace,
My Lord is innocent child of mine!
I am liable towards my Lord,
His trust beats in my heart,
He is newborn, still he plays flute
He is infant still he sings for me,
He is toddler, still he runs,
My child, my love, my life he is,
My motherhood reflects him,
I am his glass and he is my mirror,
My child is so much cute!
I am his aunt Budhashaya,
He is my child, beholder of flute!
© Budhashaya Behera,10 February,2020. All rights reserved.
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