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MAMA

When Mama appears, giggles the earth
           With floral enchantries,
         And hugely gets parturient
        With grains and greeneries;

When Mama moves, follows the Ganga
               Of values and piety
      Profoundly with many glories
              For peace and unity;

   When Mama speaks, sings heartily 
         The spring enchanting note
     And resonates the earth, the sky
       With love strong, and afloat;

When Mama smiles, pours the Creator
                His blessings all over
        With patriarchal benevolence 
           For progress and treasure;

When Mama cries, emerge the tides
        Of death and destruction,
  And threatens the Creation with
          Doom's day damnation;

When Mama gets angry, hides 'way
     The sun, trembles the earth;
    All devils do cry for her mercy
    And cringe under her wrath;

When Mama rests, Nature's bosom
       Laps her up in gaiety
Like Yasodha cuddling Krishna,
     For comfort and safety;

   At Mama's feet the heavens bow
           In sheer benediction
For tryst with destiny to the land
       Of charm and perfection...

Mama does live in everything -
      Living and non-living,
And life on earth is nothing, but
   With Mama it's everything !

                               --- N P Samal

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