Forgetting Oneself




Last morning when I woke up,
I felt the feeling of forgetfulness;
An unfamiliar image seemed closeup,
A holy hand touched me for fretfulness.
The baby called me–"Daddy!"
He blessed me with a sweet kiss,
He looked like a pious & pure paddy,
Had He Himself humbl'd or he's His bliss?
After a moment I knew that he is my son,
Gradually I recollected about myself;
I knew that I am one who's serious fun,
I heard sweet spouse bitterly reminding my self.
It's beyond our control to hold His will,
Our real self is entrapped in body Bastille.
–Rajneesh Kumar Mishra

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