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I wonder
why do sages, saints and seers
meditate ages in search of truth,
love and compassion,
that too in deep forests
lonely and in adverse conditions
Is it not a fact
that truth’s abode is mother’s tongue,
the lotus of love blossoms in mother’s heart
and compassion has its roots
in the eyes of the mother
I shall therefore, Oh dear mother,
hear your sweet words,
take solace to inherit your love
and shall visit no temple to hear
the music of compassion.
Instead, I shall sit at your feet
and worship you forever;
for you are my deity, you are my god,
you are my life and you are my priceless treasure! |
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