THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE

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The human eye casts-not its sight on the eternal form.

God remains invisible to man, on earth.

Yet, the great creator sent his reflection down;

For man to visualize and adore.

And what form did the reflection take?

 Yes it took the shape of “a mother”.

For, it is she who is the image of “the immortal one”.

 

She creates us and enriches us.

 It is she who cares, nourishes and loves us.

Yes, “the hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world”.

 And makes a “human being” of you and me!

~S.R. Vidhya~

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