Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

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a fateful night…

Stormy night and flooding rains,
The anguish of two new mothers’ pains,
Separated by a river they awaited the Light,
And come it did, on this very tumultuous night.

Radiant and beautiful they were aglow,
As these glorious women came to know
One was the mother of the Child of her dream,
While the other would raise the Lord Supreme.

Raging waters and a thunderous night,
Curses galore in the lightning bright.
The god child took birth and peace would reign,
The solemn belief that no one could feign.

Eons later we pray to HIM this night,
To keep us safe as His father did Him, while they took flight.
The Lord Himself , so humble in His mortal existence.
The epitome of submission, into the finality of Providence.

(Parijat’s paw prints 🙂 and the feather she was blessed with at this same temple when she made her first visit at 2 months. )