25 Sep 2012 Poems

A Birthday Gift

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.


Join the conversation! 2 Comments

  1. Thank you. Put words to the feelings in my heart.

  2. it is excellent..amma came in your dream you are so lucky……tha narration is with full of devotion and love.

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