(Smita, from ITC, a participant at one of our programs wrote and shared this poem ....)
Somewhere I heard a call amongst the clouds, across the valleys I passionately recall. An array of queries crowd my mind I strive to seek yet cannot find for a voice constantly questions Who am I, why am I, how worthy am I ?
My search endures as an orchestrated tune play around my soul harmony dispels the disarray. Not a leaf rustled as I wandered through the shade of dark green forest, my feet tiptoed over delicate foliage. When a bird whistled the most soothing song to my mind that lay dormant so long.
I am a word a whisper of the Gods I am cool breeze over the rough seas I am dewdrops falling gently on parched leaves I am the meadow lark that beautifully sings.
I am the answer to a tiny query I am the treasure a little one finds I am love on tender cheeks soothing balm a pained being seeks.
I am a tireless labourer sowing seeds, of endless pleasure whose pain and suffering transcend all understandings translating to doey smiles.
For dusk to dawn care is my calling my toil real and untiring towards a solemn mission I strive and pursue.
A holy vocation and steadfast vision A call, a mission my being’s ambition The message rings in deeply piercing through my being I am, a mother. ------------------------------------------------------
I enjoy being a mother !!!!!!!!!!!
