As I fumble in darkness with fear,
a soft graceful hand lifted me up,
carried through dusk and dawn.
I was floating on wings of a dream.

Soft silky fondle of her love woke me up.
Like in a cradle I hung on her beaks,
nested by bonds of entwined compassion.

She covered me under warmth of her wings,
Often she fed me by food for thoughts.
I could not gulp all she fed me.
But, unaware I stomached some.

As a worm I was hibernating,
in the termitary of life and death.
By sharp stare of love she infused life in me.
I woke up from grave of my ego.
She made my smile incessant.

On this day of my birth I offer her,
a Blue Lotus of my smile at her lotus feet,
a birthday gift from depth of my heart.

—  by SATHEESAN RANGORATH