Author Akka Mahadevi You're like milk In water: I cannot tell What comes before, What after; Which is the master, Which is the slave; What's big. What's small. O lord white as jasmine If an ant should love you And praise you. Will he not grow To demon powers? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments