Being low-born, poor, ugly and hostile
Prone to make hundreds of bungles
I always become unfit to win affairs.
People weigh my love against situations!
In the balance my nutty heart descends
And is thrown into sacrificial flames!
Maa,
Scriptures and saints have been yelling,
You forever being ocean of compassion
Are ready to receive me with no condition.
Knowing this I try to set a path to reach You.
Alas! I know not where You are!
And I know not how to come to You!
Like a lost kid in a jungle I cry,
To attract Your attention I try,
Calling out Your thousand sweet names!
Scriptures say Your eyes penetrate everywhere.
Your ears are capable of hearing even pin drops!
If so…
How is that possible for You to quietly sit
Hidden, stone hearted and not moved a bit? !
Raman Savithiri
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/954-are-you-stone-hearted-mother-120208/
