Contemporary Literary Review India | Print ISSN 2250-3366 | Online ISSN 2394-6075 | Impact Factor 8.1458 | Vol. 7, No. 3: CLRI August 2020
Ujjal Mandal
The Way of Heavenly Love
If this fallen leaf rests on Me, in Me you will
Live forever, a river told the tree__ I dreamed.
The fallen leaf, the river and the tree gave birth
To intricate thoughts on me.
Could there be any mystery? Tell me O mother
Of unsurpassed might.
Mother then unbosomed herself:
"He or she who neither wants anything
Nor fears to lose anymore
Who neither revels nor hates
Who remains the same in rain and also in drought
Who finds no difference between pain and pleasure
What he or she feels in the sun, the same in the ice
Who feels the same in crime or in laudation
Who is stable in temptation and in kindness,
Take shelter in Me.
The fallen leaf is the fruit of all actions
Of the tree that surrendered to the river.
The tree is none other than the human beings.
And the river is none other than Me".
With a mild and warm smile as blooming flower
On my face, I exclaimed with divine joy:
O mother, let rest me on You and in You
I shall live till the immortal sun sets.
The mother took me then as the fruit of Her actions.