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Neelakantan Sundaram Poem
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”.
Copyright © Neelakantan Sundaram | Year Posted 2012
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Neelakantan Sundaram Poem
My mother, pregnant,was in the hospital-bed
"A baby sister", her once again I reminded.
She kissed me and said," Yea"
"I'll get you one without delay."
Elders laughed at the promise given
"God decides those", they said,"not men!"
But I dismissed their arguments as utterly absurd
For I knew if my mother promised me something, she'd keep her word
(After a few days)
Many hands led me where a baby screamed
"A sister it is!", cried they,"that you always dreamed"
But I left the crowd and, crying, to my mother sped
"Why here?!", she chided; "I heard you scream more" was all I said.
Copyright © Neelakantan Sundaram | Year Posted 2012
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Neelakantan Sundaram Poem
Bursting fireworks and sharing sweets
And the night the early risen sun defeats
Pleasing words and garments fancy-
These I call 'Diwali' still, as I did in my infancy.
Copyright © Neelakantan Sundaram | Year Posted 2012
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Neelakantan Sundaram Poem
When the moon comes above
Like a sweet dancing dove
My mother comes to feed
And I eat with greed
All seem to me like yesterday
O! I've lost my childhood somewhere on the way
Now when I see the moon standing high
I remember these with a sigh.
Copyright © Neelakantan Sundaram | Year Posted 2013
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Neelakantan Sundaram Poem
Child:
Gone is the morn and come is the night.
All pretty things are out of sight.
I wait for the morn that ends in vain.
The night goes on and that is the bane.
Eyes don’t see what they should
Or the world hides all that is good?
Is this the world or am I blind
Tell me, mother, what do you find?
Mother:
Eyes on the face don’t ever show
If the light inside burns very low.
Light is knowledge; kindle it.
Night is ignorance; fight it.
Hold the lamp for you and me
And for the world to rightly see.
Then we don’t lose the morn.
The night is gone and the light is on.
Copyright © Neelakantan Sundaram | Year Posted 2012
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