POESY : MOTHER

MOTHER

Bhakti?
Is it a small thing?
While millions in hunger fast it out, 
You feast in the name of God?
Is She the Mother of the rich alone
And nothing to the poor?
You did not give Her food to eat
When She was in the body,
And now do you shed crocotears
To appease Her for good?
This will not work, son.
Shed selfishness, pure and clean,
Like Swamiji did.
Only then may God grace you so,
Else, She will forbid.

Composed by Sugata Bose