Syama wakes on the cremation grounds <br />To take Her child <br />At the final hour <br />To Her lap. <br />The peaceful Mother sits on the pyre <br />In fire hidden by Her sari of love. <br /> To hold him on Her lap <br /> She left the Kailasa of Her joy, and <br /> With blessings and fearlessness in Her hands <br /> Made the cremation grounds Her home. <br />Why fear this place <br />When you'll sleep peacefully at the Mother's feet? <br /> Who dies ignited by the flames of this world, <br /> To him the Mother calls: <br /> 'Come to My lap, come to My lap.' <br /> To lull you to sleep, Oh Wearied by Life, <br /> Ma takes you to Her lap <br /> Disguised as death.<br /><br />Kazi Nazrul Islam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/syama-wakes-on-the-cremation-grounds/
