Oh my child, my dear Lord,
Your mother is calling you,
You go, go near her with love,
Your aunt is calling you,
You come, come in her lap!
Oh my dear toddler,
You take the ferry of my life,
I have kept terry inside,
I shall wash your face soon.
I know you are very much tired,
But still I know you are not tired,
As my child you play and sing,
But as creator of this universe,
You show your greatest power,
I know your mother has seen
The reality you have shown
Inside your mouth
The great galaxies,
All take birth and die,
This is illusion that plays!
I am your aunt but your mother,
When your mother is busy,
I am busy in taking care of you,
Opening my both the hands,
Whole day and night I chant,
I chant only your name,
Oh dear flute player,
Your aunt Budhashaya is listening!
© Budhashaya Behera,10 February 2020. All rights reserved.
Whole day and night I chant, I chant only your name, Oh dear flute player, Your aunt Budhashaya is listening! Loyal worshipper of Lord Krishna. As I can read you chant excellently. Thank you for sharing these serious words.
Finest devotional to your Lord. Interesting poem about the Indian Lords you are worshipping. Beautifully worded dear poetess. Thank you so much for sharing.
Mother's call is definitely very sweet and mother is ever caring. Your call is sweet because you are her aunt. There is no much difference in affection of aunt and mother. Lord gas amazingly shown this universe to her mother. This is interesting poem and this has greater value. Thank you very much for sharing this.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems of deep devotion flow from your heart! You have a mind filled with gratitude and piety for the Lord who bestows all blessings on humans, Budhashaya !