I –
A child who drank love from my mother’s brimming breasts;
A toddler who ate affection from father’s tiresome turmoil;
A student who gulped facts from master’s marvellous minds;
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really wonderful original stuff; this ' i' is a blessed i; i use to wonder if a single soul can write on the same subject with varieties; yes here its being proved by Savithri saint Thyagaraja was called by Raja Serfoji; Serfoji said that he would give whatever the saint wanted; Saint declined and said that he was born to sing in praise of Rama and not on mortals; here is lady Thyagaraja-Let Rama and Mata Sita shower their blessings on you for yr wonderful poem and Maa should permanently reside with you as u r in constant search of her with queries; we will get Her appointment thro' savithri...ha ha ha..very nice soul stirring poem..keep posting
i do feel the same way; if the soul is burdened then we are left with nothing else than surrendering unto Almighty..nice poem