1995-0000 Poem to Mother by Swarup Edke, San Francisco from 1995-0000 Sudarshan (likely November or December), Page 2

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I met a deer
On my way to the core
of the heart
of Mother Nirmala.

He was clad
With the rug of gold:
The Sari
of Mother Nirmala.

His eyes sparkling
Made of Diamonds:
The weapons
of Mother Nirmala.

His speed of light
Against the Wind:
The Vision
Of Mother Nirmala.

But his touch the best
like soft flowers:
The Breath
of Mother Nirmala.

Sources

S1. 1995-0000 Sudarshan (likely November or December), Page 2.