Your grace I get hearing your flute,
So sweet, so true you are,
I am your maternal aunt,
Sister of your mother,
Oh Lord, you get my filial love,
Come, oh Lord, you come into my lap
Let me fondle you, let be behold!
Oh dear Lord child,
You look so cute wearing yellow dress,
Having feather of peacock,
You look so smart
Like cuckoo, you sing and
Like dark cloud you dance,
You sing and you play flute,
Neither do I eat, nor do I sleep,
Without hearing your flute,
No single day is spent,
You are my day, you are my hope,
You are my essence of living,
You are only and only my nephew!
Your grace falls on me and Earth,
My motherhood cries to get you,
If not mother I am, it does not matter,
You call me aunt, your mother's sister,
I am Budhashaya, your aunt, by your grace,
I have felt you and seen you in seven ocean!
© Budhashaya Behera,02 February 2020. All rights reserved.
Prayer! Positiveness! ! Earth in order. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Oh Lord, you get my filial love, Come, oh Lord, you come into my lap....lovely expression dear madam.Loved it.
Lord Krihna is the soul of all folk songs. Anyone from this sub-continent unconsciously calls him. The word " Sanwariya" is a name of Lord Krishna.
You are a devout devotee......! The relationship you feel for God is very deep, stronger than even blood relation. Those who read your poems might take you to be another Meera!
Truly described the ecstatic and elated gracefulness of LORD//
Bhakti, devotion to God can take many a form, so does a prayer to Him. It is heart that matters, not what you say, how feelingly you say. well done poet BB
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! God's flute is sweet and God's love is eternal. Wow! Wow! Getting God's love you have improved a lot and you have rightly remembered him. This poem is lovely one! ...giving full vote!