ODE TO MY MOTHER (June 1986)

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ODE TO MY MOTHER (June 1986)

 

I cry out in anguish

O' Lord hark ye my yell

For this world is hell

The trials that best my mother

The sorrows she endures in old age;

We wait upon you to come hither and thither

So that you can redeem her from mortal coil

She waited for nine decades

Her body day by day decays

No more is the Soul strong

To resist the onslaught of age.

For she is cribbed, cabined and caged.

Surprise that you took away

Your devotee in his middle-age and put a stop to his tireless

service to mankind.

Then why don't you redeem the other half widowed. Helpless and hapless? She

is without support

Sapped of all energy

If you raise your little finger

Her soul will fly over yonder.

To you Sainath, the Preserver, Protector and Annihilator.

We wait upon thee for your silent and invisible steps for your

generosity and mercy to meet the ends of social justice and

give to the devotee a long rest and a quick redemption. Thus

the prayer ends for the old, infirm, disabled and deformed.

 

 

M. Shyam Mahan

SECUNDERABAD-500026.

 

 

 

(Source Sri Sai Leela Magazine June 1986)