"Kuputro
Jayate Kwaichidapi,Kumata Na Bhavati" by Adi Shankara Charya “ --there can
be a bad child in this world, but never a bad mother”.
Enough is
not enough to talk about you. A great soul, a messenger of god you are mother.
How can I
feel this when I was not yours and you were not mine?
Am I unlucky
for you? Did you decide I am bad before even introducing me to this world? Why
was my birth place garbage? Can you look into my eyes and answer any of my
miseries Mother?
My little
eyes didn’t see your smiling face, I did not taste the nectar of my life and I
remained untouched by you. Was I so filthy Mother?
Have you
ever searched for me? Have you ever imagined how I look?
I know that
you know my gender but I am unnamed, Mother!!
My scream
cannot reach you; my search can’t find you though we might have crossed each
other’s way. But, I can imagine you my Mother.
Let me cry
my heart out, let me tell you that I am as beautiful as you are, I await your
touch, I am not grubby oh!! Mother
Ranju...
Ranju...
