Don't make me guilty for what I haven't done.
Don't tie me down to your old customs.
Don't blindfold me.
With closed eyes, I see light much brighter.
I am a girl child. Don't look at my mother with disgust.
She is a creator. She built her world around me.
Don't pull me out of the nest into your cage.
Don't tie me down to your old customs.
Don't blindfold me.
With closed eyes, I see light much brighter.
I am a girl child. Don't look at my mother with disgust.
She is a creator. She built her world around me.
Don't pull me out of the nest into your cage.
My God lies in me and my mother.
It is not in the ritual where a saffron clad male sits closer to the idol.
My God lies in my prayer.
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hmm..very thoughtful, simple and to the point...as beautiful as you-Girl child ;-)
The essence of life lies in its experiencing the Truth. And, it embraces the soul that unfolds into a vast meadow of consciousness. Shining colours on those fluttering wings of butterfly, sweet fragrance of the summer breeze and sparkles on those tiny droplets of morning dews only convey that the seeds of green were once sown on the lea by a single tender palm! It was another silent contribution of an unnamed mother—alone and awake—to let the candle of life glow for a few more years. Her life flowed through utter vacuity of love and honour and ended in all neglects that a single life could barely hold; but left an imprint upon the paths of glory—of life !!
Your contribution has touched me so deeply !
Regards,
May find time to read my tribute "O Mother"
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