The Grandest One -Divine Mother Sarada. Poem by Subrata Ray

That very face of love and grace,
Bikes my psychic being,
I wish to say, I wish to pay,
But nothing I have for offering.

Like the first monsoon my desert She visits,
And sets therein an oasis,
Nothing I have to pay, nothing I have to say,
I get weaned with her blessing .

My tiny pygmy by Her side,
Feels placed in the wide-wide sea,
And thousand Himalayas at her wink,
Erect their heads in me.

The bygone years and the undone ones,
Take away their screens from mind,
Her presence I feel in the Unconscious,
And in the sky beyond wind.

Never I dared to look at Her face,
But meditated only Her lotus feet,
All She impels is, She is Sri Ramakrishna's Bride.