Acceptance On A Summon

Every minute I summoned to you
Every minute I waited for you
But only disappointment sickened me
Till last minute nothing meant to me
Now it is amazing being with you
Swear by that moon you won't leave
For your radiant presence of blue
Need to change me not to grieve
Come home or this be the home
Let us live filially part and part
Of a mother with a son lovesome
Modelling a life where nothing'll interrupt
I shall give you whatever Yashoda gave
All the delicacies of milk, you crave
Address me mom as you did to Yashoda
Spend my days like you did with Yashoda
'Cry not' said the God-child Krishna
Stayed back. My piety to little Krishna
Turned meaningful; life got salvaged

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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