Children Dressed In Tatters

Poem By Sant Tukaram

We’re sorry!
We have no manners!
But ...
We’re your children and you’re our Mom!

Send us food on golden platters.
Give us love
amidst life’s storms.

If our faith is
less-than-perfect,
do not notice;
We are yours!

Errant children,
dressed in tatters,
Tuka says,
You can’t ignore.

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