The innocent dive he takes into her eyes
That serene laughter sounds ever so nice!
I peep through the door, silent, from far
To Experience the bliss of the mother for her tiny star!!
Neither knows he the language to convey his needs
Nor does he think before he bites on the beads
He doesn't celebrate his victories; and he worries not about his sorrows
He leans on to her carefree,
For he unknowingly knows, she'll be there for his tomorrows
I stand amazed as if I were enlightened
of the Truth of surrendering to You!
To realise that I am the baby and the mother is Thou
I am the puppet you created, my Lord; I am not me but your self!
~HMV
Poet's Point of View:
A philosophical comprehension of an onlooker who likens the 'Child-Mother' relationship to that of 'Human-God'.
