Nothing I say will suffice
Nothing I write, can talk about you
Nothing I do will change truth
Nothing can I do Maa
For I miss thee, not by words
For I know you are here with me
Your blessing, your love is with me
World has changed, the day you left me
A journey everyone has to take, I know
the heart and mind, cannot understand it,
Your Spirit still talks to me, guiding me,
Blessing me and teaching me even now
Your love I still sense for every moment
Your ways may I walk is my efforts,
Love unmatched and infinite for everyone
Selfless and pure and clear ways of thee
Not a easy task I know, yet I will walk
Some dreams of yours are done
Some are being getting done
Many may remain unfulfilled
for the way is not for one, but by many
Yet in all these, I miss you,
knowing well words are extremely limited
For no other ways, I know
Many people are blessed with mother and few truly they know the depth and love of the mother. I on myself have been blessed and loved by two mothers, one who gave birth to me and other the one who was a mother in every possible manner.
Every field of my evolution, development and
growth my mothers have played genuine and deep roles, one that cannot be replaced and emulated again in any manner. Words don’t suffice for my heart flows and tears fill eyes for how can I talk about a mother who was never a biological mother but loved me more than that.
She was my fathers youngest sister, unmarried a great devotee of Maa Lalitha Tripura Sundari, born
in Mavelikkara. She following a genuine path of Devotional Sadhana, Love, Compassion, Helping people. She carried me like a child, a mother and educated me like a teacher, was a true friend. Her nature was like a universal mother, her innocence and openness for helping people had many times landed her in trouble, yet she carried on the task of loving people in the same manner. Her name was Shanta Kumari, for me she was Appachi (Father’s younger sister in malayalam), but
for me she was always Amma in heart. A moment of her getting angry or sad would make me worried for I knew some moment of wrong has happened even though on a path of righteousness it was right in all respects.
She was my first teacher of English and every moment of my journey be it my personal turmoils, education or learning she was my mentor. She initiated me into the habit of reading through books and also was open about discussion at all levels. The beauty of her role in my life can be seen from the fact that few people realized that I was not her son, be it her friends, colleagues, or my school teachers, college professors, or acquaintances.
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