Theme: Affection

Bless Me, Mother

(An anecdote from Swami Vivekananda’s life. Before proceeding to USA to take part in the Congress of Word Religions in 1893 Swami ji visited Maa Sharada to take her blessings…)

 

‘Soon I shall leave for a distant shore,

smile on me, bless me mother’,

prayed the young monk in deep devotion.

Lifting her ever trusting hand said the mother,

‘I shall bless you, dear son,

but before that please pass on

the knife that lies in your front.’

 

The mother looked lovingly

at the sun-bright hermit…

 

The obedient saint

picked up the knife

too sharp for human skin,

held the pointed end towards him

and handed over the handle to her

 

After the student passed the test (?),

with loving smile on her face

and a sweeter-than-nectar voice

said the mother:

‘He who can read the mind of other,

fathom and take on own shoulder

other’s grief and pain,

the Lord shall be kind

to pat his back again and again.’

25-Mar-2012

More By  : Dr. Kumarendra Mallick

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you, Rupradha for quoting a stanza to show your appreciation. So sweet of you, dear.

kumarendramallick
25-Mar-2012 23:14 PM

Comment ‘He who can read the mind of other,
fathom and take on own shoulder
other’s grief and pain,
the Lord shall be kind
to pat his back again and again.’
nice!!

Rupradha
25-Mar-2012 08:20 AM


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