What’s the Secret ?
Thou art the mother of the Universe
Mother of small or big
The rich or the poor
Truly for all.
“Art thou pleased to see us?”
We’re hopeless ,without wealth
Without offering stand to you.
For thy grace ,unable to offer something
Decorated with ornaments ,precious stones
Golden rings ,golden plates
I can not offer .
With shame dare not to go near
Somewhat doubts, somewhat fear .
Questions arise ,Art thou pleased?
Why am I so poor?
Why am I deprived?
Also deprived of thy grace
How can I worship thee?
Tell me the secret ,my mother !
Parimal Shekhar

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