The Divine Rewrite-From A Mother's plea To The Heaven's Plan

By Rumpa Chatterjee

 Down the memory lane I recall, 

How I sailed through rise and fall.

The sky seemed low, the nights felt cold, Every hope of mine felt bought and sold, I used to cry beneath the weight,

Of dreams undone and twist of fate. One day I knelt down with eyes full of tears,

 And asked God, “Why only me?" with a voice choked with fears. 

“What did I do? Where did I stray,

To earn this storm along  my way?" 

 A soothing whisper hushed into my ear, 

"You have been chosen for a mission dear, 

To spread the message of unconditional love , 

Shedding your ego and keeping selfless service  above.

Humanity yearned for my Beloved Child To liberate it from the thraldom of conditional love, too wild. 

You are the chosen one, whom I share, 

The holy duly of my beloved's care. 

Take up the challenge, prove me right ‘cause I believe you possess that divine might.

Let humanity be blessed with my beloved's glow, 

And bathe in the ocean of the divinity that flow.”

The whisper faded, no more could I hear

Yet the message it carried, I still bear.

By Rumpa Chatterjee