Kazi Nazrul Islam - He Who Has Seen My Mother
He who has seen my Mother <br />can he hate his brother? <br />She loves everyone in the three worlds; <br />her heart cries for all. <br />With her there's no difference of caste, <br />no distinction between high and low; <br />all are the same. <br />If she sees a Candala <br />like Rama with Guhak <br />she clasps him to her breast. <br />Ma is our Great Illusion, highest Nature, and <br />Father our highest Self; <br /> that's why one feels love for all <br /> we feel love for all. <br />If you worship the Mother <br />hating her children <br />she won't accept your puja; <br />the Ten-Armed One will not. <br />The day we forget the knowledge of difference <br /> on that day only <br /> will Ma come home to us.<br /><br />Kazi Nazrul Islam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../he-who-has-seen-my-
