Some say my writings are not clear;
Some say my writings are out of gear;
Some say my writings are from tears;
Some say my writings have many errors;
Yet I continue to write from my heart;
I know You will not toss them as waste!
Words may betray my emotion and pain;
I know You will not fling them as vain!
My lame language tries to build a hidden bridge,
Between our hearts where love is the only wedge.
You, being compassion hearted mother of all,
Will never push my poems away however small!
As a cripple desires for honey on top of a hill,
I the most undeserved crave for Your love still,
Even an earthly mother responds dumb child’s cry.
I know You too will soothe me; thus I ever try! 130508
Raman Savithiri
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