Words can't reach there, <br />And senses fail to feel, <br />Sitting as spiritual nucleus in human lotus, <br />Play of creation and destruction you deal, <br />Hay mother you labored the earth, by your will. <br /> <br />Remaining in every one, <br />You remain unseen, <br />And the wheel of Maya you stream, <br />Planting and reaping on Time’s waves, <br /> <br />Life force and black-hole, <br />Light and dearness, <br />The pigmy and giants, -all, <br />Come and return as passengers, <br />From your mystic Urn. <br /> <br />You are self revelatory, <br />To a devotee of purest body and mind, <br />Who like a lost child cries for the mother, <br />You bring flood in a desert, by divine art, <br />And you illumines the worshiper’s heart.<br /><br />Bazi alis Subrata Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-mother-sri-sri-maa-sarada-the-mother-figure-of-ramakrishna-math-and-mission/
