My Dear Son

Cradled by the sky so near

And so far off the moon

The glittering clouds float in light

The wandering thoughts if nobler

Are indeed a great boon.

For they chance at the moment right

Through Her grace Divine.

ou steer ahead in all success fine

You know it’s all Her mercy.

Gifted are our eyes to observe sharply,

Things of the outer world.

Objects yonder now close in upon us

Our traditions we have to keep with us.

They are never to be sold.

Thy needs, however humble are watched.

Aye, remember this for ever, my son dear.

– Mathioli R. Saraswathy

Flute Magazine, Oct-Dec 2010 Issue