Ma, So I Don’t Fall

By Anish Kumar

When my feet tremble on this shifting land,

And no one is near to hold my hand,

I kneel in silence, I cry, I pray –

Ma, will You guide me some holy way?

Not for gold, not a world to own,

Just a little strength when I’m alone.

Not for a throne in some divine hall,

Just Your finger, Ma, so I don’t fall.

Like a child lost in a stormy night,

I seek one touch to make things right.

If you walk ahead and I can’t see,

Will You let Your finger reach back to me?

Give me a sign that my soul can trust,

Not built from hope, not born of dust,

But something real, So I may know –

That even the waiting helps me grow.

They had their signs – Meera, Shabari too,

Each walked alone, but still walked through.

Ma, I don’t ask to skip the pain,

Just hold me once, so I try again.

I ask not for her, or him, or fame,

Only a path lit by your name.

And if, in mercy, that grace appears,

I’ll walk that path – through all my fears.

Ma, will You lend me that finger to hold,

So I may rise, become brave and bold?

Let me walk, not with pride or claim –

But as Your child, who calls Your name.  

By Anish Kumar