928. My Pranams, Oh My Dear Mother! 110508 Poem by Raman Savithiri

Mother, Anandamayi!
Hugging any child
Whether Young or old
Whether mild or wild
Whether poor or rich
Whether angel or witch
Whether sickly or healthy
Whether tidy or filthy
Whether woman or man
Whether valuable or vain
Whether westerner or easterner
Ye implant the spiritual seed
Into the heart, each soul’s need.

Your eyes penetrate body and mind
Reaching each soul front or behind
Shedding grace that washes away
All transgressions of lives many.
Sitting for even nineteen hours
At a stretch, neglecting natural calls
Without water, food and sleep
Hugging children many who weep
Mother, won’t Your back ache?
Won’t Your arms take a break?

Emerging from Himalayan dwelling
Compassion from Your heart swelling
Paarvathi, Great Princess!
Why this simple form in garment white?
Hiding Your beauty and majestic might?
To kindle faith in worthless mortals like me?

Without You how would I know
What is that called ‘Mother’s Love’
What is that called ‘Unconditional Love’
My heart trembles to think of an existence
That had not come across Your embrace
That made me worth living on earth!

Your mutt is single
Accommodating all
Bhrammacharinis…Bhrammacharis…
Householders… sanyasis
Emitting Atma gnana
All over the globe
Remains as the only tourist place
For me, giving harmony and solace!

Ye my real Mother
Ye Siva my Father
Ye my nation Bharath
Ye Sanadana Dharma
Ye my world
Ye my friend
Ye the Universe
Ye the Space
Ye All in all!

My pranams, Oh my dear Mother! 110508