I am waiting for you
Oh my dear cute little,
My dear child Lord,
I am waiting for you
In this dining hall,
Even I have not taken
A single glass of water,
When will you come?
A flower has bloomed,
Chanting your name
It is smiling without rest,
Without tear I am in day,
Without fear I am at night,
I know you are only kind,
I know you are my light!
Every dish you love is ready,
You can inhale the flavour,
Colour of door is in fading,
I shall feed you in golden spoon,
In silver spoon I shall feed you,
Butter you like, curd you like,
You like milk andsweet-rice,
Having silver plate and golden spoon
I am waiting for you my Lord,
When will you come?
How can a mother eat?
If her child has not arrived,
I am your aunt Budhasahya
I am waiting for you my child,
I hope, leaving your busy work,
You will come near me
But when will you come?
© Budhashaya Behera,19 February 2020. All rights reserved.
A flower has bloomed, Chanting your name It is smiling without rest, Without tear I am in day, Without fear I am at night, I know you are only kind, I know you are my light! - - - - Very beautiful poem- I see in you the mother's heart of Yasoda.
This is a pious poem dear madam! I love your poetry...liked it..(Poetess Magadha)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A mother's waiting is perfectly painted through colours of word. Blooming of flower is designated with blooming of devotion. Lord is very kind and Lord's flute is very sweet. This poem is very devotional and interesting one...10