From A Son To His Divine Mother(-Saroda.) <br />I wish to be a mad, <br />A mother-loran lad, <br />With one stay in life, <br />I have my mother, <br />In dark and gloomy strife. <br /> <br />No wealth I trace, <br />Save mother's grace, <br />And turmoil and death I invite, <br />Only I cherish a live-mother-sight. <br /> <br />I have my mother, <br />I need not bother, <br />For the things that come and go, <br />In all mother is there I know. <br /> <br />Her grace is unasked and supernatural, <br />No treasure to her is parallel, <br />She labors this universe by Her will, <br />I am her child, and in Her deal.<br /><br />Bazi alis Subrata Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-a-son-to-his-divine-mother-saroda/
