My Mother

My mother is loving and courteous like earth
in nursing and entertainment
the liquid pomp of the world.
Seeing the sorrows of that mother and earth,
yearning smiles from the face of sorrow
I have said, the main reason of all sadness
is the cruelest killing.
The increasing rate of endless crime
of which sins ours is the sufferings- hard times,
misfortune-distress
step by step, from top to bottom.

And
after a long time, the judgment of that killing
is the cause of smiling throughout the heart
which is the commencement, legislation
of wiping away sins and curse
which is the courage of our standing to revolve
the turn of bring out of one's own—
wrench-wave, mind-riches, poetical talent-godliness- leadership
love-affection, zeal-incentive
at which the eggs of ants become the shape
of aligned horse.

Adolescence must arise, youth will stand
on its leg
Nobody can make any bar.
None of the world has power to obstruct
the cosmic stream.
No cloud can cheat the source of ocean
being afraid of stone
rather melts itself in love with earth.
As we learn to bend to earth
sitting on the peak of Himalaya
nobody can cheat
the world will smile in the joyous procession...

Giving ear to air we hear—
the glow of happiness comes to home
the scent of peace flies on the feather of bird.
Washing all sweat-tiredness-rivalry
let's go to bring the tranquility of health.
No pain in mind
no greed-distraction-sensitiveness-allegation
for mother is before.
Mother like earth enduring all pain-instigation
gives power courage and inspiration-
to bear the tone tune and pomp of life.
Sometimes scolds and surrenders to the hands of beauty
so that her offspring making themselves their own way
can grow up and last long like nature.

Mother knows, being foolish to what extent
like destitute exhausting thousand species
of paddy trees fishes birds animals insects
can lose the love of janmamati
forgetting the existence of Mohaprokriti
in the body of their own.
Only mother can say, what we lose
what we seek
and what are essential for our life.
As an embryo of Mohaprokriti
and a friend of Ganit Shah
I can say, we need mother
the affection and rule of mother,
the absolute hands clear eyes keen ears
and high head of distributing this demand.
In this concern mother says, seeing whom
you miss me, she is your mother-
the door of mercy.
Remember always, my son, all mother of the world
is yours–
all offspring is of mother.
Mother is in the eye of offspring
the offspring is in the eye of mother,
equal to creation.
I can realize, my mother and love are the same.

04.08.2010

NOTE
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Janmamati : Birth-clay
Mohaprokriti : The Great Nature or The Creator