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(On the Mother’s day)

Born out of my mother’s womb,
My hazed eyes of the present day
Converge the soft soil of this samsara
Feeling the amorous warmth 
Of illimitable and immeasurable
I'm quite conscious of. 

Grown up I'm 
In the tough and sturdy legs 
Massaged by the pure oil
Of immeasurable mind. 
Matured I’m as the absolute man -
The conception of 
My affectionate motherhood.

In the time passing by,
When my mother turned
Old enough to fragility and frailty,
Then my mindful memory
Erased my own childhood - 
The nam* and roop*
Of my mother in me.

I'm occupied this much
To set myself morally uprights,
Bemused I’m in my right 
To concede you like my own,
Stayed far away from your presence.
The suffering you confronted
In your old and fragile body,
My nature of looking intently at you 
Fell down your mind into despair.

When my mind stuck in  
Brahma Bihar, the Assembly of Divinity,
I grasped you utterly. 
Alas! You were then only 
A lustrous star in the sky.

Merely for a day of each year,
Contentment flaunted in me by 
Peeping your Nam and Roop
In me and mine
In the  beholding mirror 
Of the immeasurable universe. 
*
Bramha Vihar, also called Chatu Bramha Vihar – 
The assembly of Divinity or immeasurable 
in Buddhism has four moral virtues, namely
Loving Kindness (Metta), Compassion (Karuna), 
Sympathetic Joy and  Equanimity (Upekkha)
Samsara – The material world 
Nama – Mind and mindfulness
Rupa – Shape or form

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