Your smile is like nature, you voice is like the birds that sing,
Your eyes are the ocean in which the moon and sun sink.
You could have had the best of life,
The wealthiest man would make you his wife..
The oceans and the forest together would sing,
As you could have become the queen to the richest king.
You discarded the chariots, you discarded the kings
You discarded the wealth and all the materialistic things
You left your innocent world, before your life had begun
You surrendered to a call, my beautiful woman.
You chose a carpenter, instead of a king,
And you sat on a mule and traveled through the fields
Palaces should have graced you, but you knocked on every inn,
They all turned you away, as you carried your child within.
And so the beautiful woman, settled into a stable
And tried to rest where ever she was able.
Amidst the cattle, sat there the carpenter and his lady
Bring into this world a messenger for you and me.
This special woman, the most beautiful of all,
She sacrificed it, to bring us the coolest man of them all
As a mother, you sacrificed and gave us your son
Thank you for the messenger who died too for me, thank you my beautiful woman.
Note: I wrote this years ago when I begun to be embraced by my faith. It was my song for Mother Mary. My own mother recently travelled back to India after having spent a 45 day vacation with me. It was great to have her here. She shopped, and shopped more and then still stood assuring as she declared that she hardly purchased anything. The cutest thing was that after a 100kilos of baggage she still convinced us that she had got nothing. This incident brings tremendous joy to me, coz I thank GOD that I can provide my family with this. God is truly most generous. When ever I do my 'uncultured' related events to promote peace, love and tolerance in the world, I have been often told that I do a very noble task. Maybe I do, thats not important. Today I have realized that what is important to people is what GOD's guardian for us does, and this guardian is our parents, specially our mother with who we establish a connection much before we physically enter this earth. From great men like Jesus, to mere mortals like you and me, we all have this beautiful woman in our lives called 'mothers'. Give back to them, a token of appreciation in the best way that you can, for all that they have done for us. Exalt thyself my dear brothers and sisters so that from the heavens, our most beautiful GOD watches your beautiful woman, as she sacrifices and yet sheds a tear of joy, as she sees her child (YOU), do the best for her and the rest of this creation. To the beautiful woman of each one of us, smiles & prayers - Tagore Almeida -
5 comments:
lovely poem Tagore, I've printed it and will send it to my mum. It's beautiful to say the least. God bless your sensitive soul
Hello there,
I've been following your successes closely, and just wanted to take this opportunity to tell you I think you're very special... The way you talk about your mother is lovely, and I wish sons like you for mothers everywhere.
Keep up the great work, and may the Almighty bless you!
Tagore, for a man who loves his parents so much, more importantly his mother, the world will one day acknowledge his existance here amongst us. A truly beautiful poem.
Manoj Nair
It's always good to praise a mother because she does so much for us. It was great chatting with you earlier on and I do hope that we can meet in Mumbai over the weekend. Once you get better, we can plan an entire PR campaign. See you soon, and GOD bless you. As you rightly said, 'No one can kill the love within us. We might foolishly stop for a short while, but the love in us will start to flow again'. This has helped me overcome something that I needed to set straight
Regards
Salim
Hi Darlin, Really a touching poem. Keep it up. Loads of Luv & A BIG GOD BLESS.
Cyndi
Post a Comment