Monday, August 17, 2009

Pure Heart

Mother you are Christian.
You serve the poor and you are God to them,
You talk and are rendering honey from mouth,
You are short and are touching the sky,
Your attire is plain and you are kaleidoscopic,
You are stern and the heart starts palpitating,
Mother you are nice and you exude humanity.
You are supple and sloppy, and
All nature stoops on you.
Mother your look is distant and it effects the nearest,
You have sagging skin and you are the most beautiful,
Your son's are leprosy ridden, deranged and are in heaven,
You feed them and you are an angel.
You walk and the shadow look in awe.
You have faith in Christ and are serving all Gods.
You are dead and are living Now.
Your soul was above the intellect,
you were a NIRMAL HRIDAY.

Rewiew: Published by 'vox poetica'
www.voxpoetica.com

Thanks to Annmarie Lockhart, editor of 'vox poetica'!

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