A single touch was all her need,
Hungry for love ready to heed,
Dirty and neglected was she,
Tightly clinging on to me,
Running to me with abundant gay,
She hugged me, having nothing to say,
Gentle as a breeze, gurgling like a brook,
Impassioned my being shook.
The warmth of her gaze thawed my heart,
As I silently admired Gods perfected art,
Great is the pride in foolish man,
That he would challenge his creator if he can,
I wish that he were fully stripped,
And his might torn and ripped,
Then, like this tiny orphaned child,
His love would be humble, pure, meek and mild!
- Ajay Dass
Poets little corner ...
This is based on one of my experiences at Nirmala Shishu Bhavan. On one of my visits, I came across this tiny little girl who made me understand the heart of the creator! This girl was so in need of love and attention that she didn't really care if the donor was a saint or a sinner. She freely hugged me and played with me as if I were her own. Completely devoid of all pride, love was all over her beautiful face.
