A visit to the Holy City of Vrindavan opened up a new chapter to the book of life. Besides being a city of temples it is also a city of Widows. This poem is the poet's reflection of her visit at Maitri Ghar Widhwa Ashram.
Gratitude fills the heart as you realize how much a Teacher matters in your life.
I wondered whose little kids were these And how could their mothers be at peace Having left them alone to survive Causing their motherhood a deprive Were they cruel, were they unjust? Were they dead or bowed to painful thrust?
Our human minds are conditioned from a young age to the fluctuating practice of faith. Parents teach their children to pray every day which seems a good habit. The same parents, when in crisis increase the prayers, make special offerings on their gains or their child’s success, and in adverse situation speak out loud that they even fasted or made special offerings yet they didn’t get the required results. What are the young minds being conditioned into while witnessing such so called flexibility of faith.