Amma Or Mata Amritanandamayi

Lips combine To say,“Amma”, the Mother Divine. Amma – the sweetest word the first alphabet can provide And the tongue safely rests inside! Amma Is sweet ambrosia. O! she sees! And my sorrows cease. Her face Reveals the divinest grace. Her touches rinse All my brutal sins. O! she kisses and embraces! I’m changed, I confess. Then, she whispered something in my ear It was so soft that my heart alone could hear! It is a lesson No father cares to teach his son. It is a skill A master is yet to teach his pupil. It is an art No educational system is fit to impart. It is a position That demands no university qualification. It is an opportunity That is never going to be easy. It is a vocation Where none can decide the remuneration. It is a quality Even the wise men envy. It is a legacy That no forefather has passed to his progeny. It is a wealth That is not owned by stealth. It is a treasure Beyond measure. It is a fortune That dances not with the rich man’s tune. It is so priceless That any price assigned makes its value less. It is a noble virtue Practised by very few. It is a burden For the weak-minded men. It is a wish Even the greatest yogins are yet to accomplish. It is a want A pleased God is yet to grant. It is so human That no Gods can attain but men! It is as easy as easy can be! It is as hard as hard can be! Now let me reveal The words Amma made me feel What she beautifully said What my heart at once responded Was composed of only a few words, not many! Ah! it was a new Vedic hymn to me. She only said: “Serve mankind With a selfless mind”.