Morning raindrops are whispering…
The sand¬† is also whispering…
Oh… even the tiniest creation of God… all are whispering:

“When is She coming?”
“When is She coming?”

Come let us prepare ourselves for our Amma’s coming…
Birds are singing with joy…
The trees are murmuring, showing their happiness..
The backwaters are floweing beautifully and peacefully…
All are waiting for Amma’s return…

Sunrises, sunsets, the whole days are passing faster…
The breeze around ashram is getting warmer…
Soon Mother will be back again…

All the eyes in Amritapuri are waiting for Amma’s return…
And me, with ma little heart,
am also waiting for my ever beloved Amma… My Amma….

by Anjali

Join the conversation! 3 Comments

  1. Really good poem.

  2. A well said poem. Please keep writing.

  3. It is so touching..everytime you read it..Thank you.

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