MRIDULA MUSINGS: POETESS MRIDULA MENON WRITES, IN SEARCH OF HIS GURU.

IN SEARCH OF HIS GURU.

He had lived many summers
Had learned much and more
Was hungry for more.
One fine day he left home-
His aged and ailing mother
In search of a Guru, an idol
For him to worship, to cherish
To  guide him  to enlightenment.
Wandered , travelled , searched
For a Guru—all in vain
Until a saintly man , serene and benevolent,
Said-‘Son,  go home to your beloved mother,
You will find your Guru in her
She alone can make you enlightened.’
Not , fully convinced, yet he returned
With trepedition in  his heart
To meet his long forgotten mother.
His mother, abandoned and  alone
With trembling heart, with fervent prayers
Waited for her son’s return
And he came….a pathetic figure
Full of repentance and remorse
Writ large on his unkempt face
Begging her forgiveness.
The mother forgot her years of misery
Her spells of maniac depressions
Forgave her beloved son
Her heart melting with motherly love
Her eyes brimming with tears
Of  frustration and relief
Embraced him, her son, folded him to her bosom,
Swelling with all the pent up ocean of love for her son.
A desperate cry ,  hoarse with shame and guilt  arose in him
Her son … bowed to her, his mother, whispering –
My mother,  my enlightenment in life
Ever loving, ever inspiring, ever forgiving
Matchless and priceless in love so compassionate
Love so self sacrificing , the epitome of love
Ever beautiful and ageless in its divinity….my Guru!!.

   
Poetess 
Mridula  Menon.