I will never forget that moment 01

 Mother 

I will never forget that moment

'Story'

Not a single word, a heavenly feeling, magnetic voices, the magic of inexhaustible love, smiles on the lips, all the children are scattered, from village to city, from family to family, many names

But

The address is one 'mother'

For the poor daughter, the beggar steals rice from the side of the beggar, For the stubborn son, the father hides money in his waist

There is

For the poor girl, she asks for dry food from the ocean, Brings it to the man, She grinds rice in a mortar, The pain of the mother's womb, After paying the debt of millions of children in penance, her love is not weighed too much or too little

Today, what happened when the mother's name was written along with the father's name on the child's birth certificate? How many days did it take to write the name? The mother was able to recover from the ten-month pregnancy pains for one month.

I have said that you are not anywhere in the world

I will never forget that moment

You are the outer Brahman

You are the word Brahman

You are the ultimate Brahman

You are the empty Brahman

You are in the word

You are in the silence

You are in the matter

You are in consciousness

You are in the truth, the power, the darkness

You are in the threefold

You are in the bronze of the sky

You are in the chariot of the sand

You are in the morning incense

You are in the sun-lit sky

You are of mother Yashoda

You are of Devaki

You are of Radha

You are of Meera

You are not different between the rich and the poor!

You are in the Jhotichita of Manvasa, with Lakshmi Thakurani, at the root of Kartik Chanura

You are in the five-figure

Odisha's worshipper

From the village to the city

You are the guardian of the Odia house, in the Malitaka

You do not see the good day

Saying all the best to Jagannath

I start work

Brattopanayan, at the beginning of the wedding invitation letter

You are the first invited guest

If you cannot go to Puri

You hide in the Thakur house, keep the invitation letter

I run the Moula house hide

You are in the Kalpa tree

You are in the Koili Baikuntha

My village is on the Gotama chariot of the monkey army

You travel on the chariot of the ISKCON temple in America

You eat ukhudha in my broken bowl

You sit in a silver bag by the door and drink besan

You are not in any place

Tell me, I will go and find that place.