Saturday, February 9, 2008

Rumblings of A Madman

Mata ke liye putr ka
Moh amulya hai..

Par Prabhu tum to Jag ke dukh harta ho..

Is puure sansar ka dukh tum main sama sakta hai..

To kya ek Maa ka nahin..?

Tumhari bhi maa hogi aur tum uske putr..
Tum ek Pati bhi ho..
Aur stiri bhi…

Tum Ardhnarishwar ho..

Aur main tumhara putr..

Kya tum main bhi mere prati wohi Moh hai jo meri Maa ko hai..?

Last Night I saw a beggar woman share the food I had given her, with her child..

She never ate a bite, though I could tell from her eyes that she had not eaten for weeks..

And then I stood there stoned in the cold as she cradled her content child to sleep..

Providing him with the most of her body warmth that she could gather
From her chilled bones..
Poverty is no limiter to Love.
A mother’s love is closest to heaven, we can ever get!
And still the source of our greatest Pain in this world.

1 comment:

dreamer said...

hey i never knew u blogged..
i must say good job n this one is just fabulous.. keep going :)