656. Downfall! Poem by Raman Savithiri

Even a bud unfurls under the scorching Sun rays
But my mind remains closed even under Your grace!
Whatever I do it never opens the door to silence
And I am unable to cross the noisy thought waves

My Mother is so ruthless! I wait my whole life time
Near the door steps; sometimes yelling out Her name
Sometimes sobbing for Her mercy; tears running down
To drench me; Is She deaf? Where has She gone?

She too never opens the door! My daily prayers
Have changed into mere rituals! And why should I pray?
When eyes see, can a mother hurl her baby to vultures?
She has thrown me unto anger, lust, and hatred to torture!

Let them tear me into pieces to quench their hunger
Let them peck my life and gulp my faith unto Her!
And let Her enjoy the sight of Her own child’s vulnerability!
I only wonder ‘Is She Mother or devil? ’ that will show pity? 250710