Being low-born, poor, ugly and hostile <br />Prone to make hundreds of bungles <br />I always become unfit to win affairs. <br />People weigh my love against situations! <br />In the balance my nutty heart descends <br />And is thrown into sacrificial flames! <br /> <br />Maa, <br />Scriptures and saints have been yelling, <br />You forever being ocean of compassion <br />Are ready to receive me with no condition. <br />Knowing this I try to set a path to reach You. <br />Alas! I know not where You are! <br />And I know not how to come to You! <br /> <br />Like a lost kid in a jungle I cry, <br />To attract Your attention I try, <br />Calling out Your thousand sweet names! <br /> <br />Scriptures say Your eyes penetrate everywhere. <br />Your ears are capable of hearing even pin drops! <br />If so… <br />How is that possible for You to quietly sit <br />Hidden, stone hearted and not moved a bit? !<br /><br />Raman Savithiri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/954-are-you-stone-hearted-mother-120208/
