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I wander in search of my beloved pearl
Lost somewhere on the lonely shores
Vigour completely lost
I walk
Like one ordained
To a solitary confinement in some lonely cave.
The wails dash against me like echoes in
Wilderness, encircle me and pitch me
In whirlpools.
Yearning to find my pearl in these whirlpools
I roam about
Am highly wonderstruck to see
Many mothers of pearl around me.
My pearl may be safe with one of these mothers.
I open them up
One by one.
Oh, No!
They are all dispossessed
Mere shells.
Sobbing with me
They seem to echo me
Where are our pearls?
Still in the dark depths.
In silent devotion
We continue our search
For our beloved pearls.
(P. Syamala Devi (1936 - 2023) retired as Administrative Officer, Kendriya Vidyalaya Sangathan, IIT Madras Campus, Chennai. Earlier, she was Under Secretary, Government Secretariat, Trivandrum. The eldest daughter of Dr. Suranad P.N. Kunjan Pillai, she was an ardent lover of arts and literature. She had excellent creative potential but preferred to stay away from public attention. She chose the spiritual path and was a disciple of Swami Chinmayananda and Swami Paramarthananda.)
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