मातेचे ऋण

A builder builded a temple
he wrought it with grace & skill
pillars & groins & arches
all fashioned to work his will
men said as the saw it's beauty,
"it shall never know decay
great is thy skill o builder!
thy fame shall endure for aye!"

A mother builded a temple
with loving & infinite care
planning each arch with patience
lying each stone with prayer
None praised her unceasing efforts
none knew of her wonderous plan
for the temple the mother builded
was unseen by the eyes of man

Gone is the builder's temple
crumpled into the dust
low lies each stately pillar
food for consuming rust
but the temple the mother builded
will last while the ages roll
for that beautiful unseen temple
was a child's immortal soul

वरील कवितेवर आधारीत माझी कविता -

कलाकार घडवे सुघड मूर्ती
ओतुनी आपुले कौशल्य
पणास लावे कसब सारे
कणकणात डोलवे चैतन्य||१||
रंगरंगोटी जरी करीतसे
करीतसे कलेची कुसर जरी
परंतु कालांतराने तरी
माती होतसे मूर्ती तरीही||२||
जननी घडवे घडा सुबकसा
राऊळातील जणू कलश असे
कठोर संयम, त्याग, शिस्त अन
अथक परीश्रम त्यात वसे||३||
अनंत काळापर्यंत उजळे
अलौकीक तेजाने तो घडा
देई स्फूर्ती, चैतन्य, आदर्श
जगास अपुल्या आचरणा||४||
कलाकार दिसतसे जगासी
माता जरी ती दिसत नसे
जगतावरचे बहुमोलाचे
मातेचे ऋण फिटत नसे||५||