Lest the mother's eyes were forced to recite,
to her heart, in pain, her son's plight,
Thou led me out of her tender sight,
when my health had to bow to Destiny's might.
Lest my frame was tasked to lean,
on vacuum so cold and bare,
Thou carried me on Your arms unseen,
away from crowds, their words, their glare.
Lest Lonliness cradled my pain,
Lest its ways decieved my dignity,
Thou rested my self on a cradle whose twines,
were Love, Care, Warmth and Nobility.
A puppet I am, my strings, Thee wills.
Thy moves so Divine and full of Grace,
that when I have to fall to Destiny's riddles,
I find myself in Thy embrace.
5 comments:
Lovely, Srikanth. The pleasantness with which you respond to the Master is heartwarming.
I wish you all the best.
Mona, thank you. I am a rather recent beginner, and have been irregular in my posts. Gotta get into a rythm that I could call "regular". hehe.
Shruti, Thanks to you too. Its a belief that every dark cloud has a silver lining.
Cheers!
great one srikanth. How lucky you are...even when you fall, you fall in HIS arms. Friend, though a puppet, you are His creation, His manifestation. U r here to do great things so go ahead and achieve them... Good luck.
Wow so real.
--- Greeshma
Its lovely Srikanth :) U have wonderfully brought out His love and concern for the mankind.
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