I drank poetry and got intoxicated
Entranced on listening to Kalaidasa’s Meghasandesam
Shed my tears copious thinking of Rama’s cries
in fire of separation in the spring
Bloomed on watching man and nature in love of
Radha and Krishna of Jayadeva, the moon amidst poets
Took the nectar of parijata of Tagore’s Gitanjali
Lorded heaven drinking the poetry of divine Dante, Goethe, Shakespeare
I wandered everywhere and slept in a lotus of thousand petals
Listened and melted to the goddess Vani’s harp in trance cosmic
Moved in worlds amazing for beauty on seeing Rambha and Urvasi
I gulped the poetry and got intoxicated
I met the cosmos as a lover of art
I wrote poetry immortal as Sarada’s brat -
I am of the tribe of creator.
***
I thought day and night of laws exact
in this stream of life ceaseless
But I didn’t find any,
Time flows like a stream of fire burning all to ashes
No flowers and friendships today that bloomed yesterday
No knowledge though turned into ashes
Appear shadows vague in land of memory
Shadows black sans beauty
Is this life? Is this dance of shadows a way of life?
What does fate say? treasures of knowledge?
What does say human heart?
Stories historical, lives of men eminent
Seas of blood streamed in kurukshetra terrible and inhuman
Demoniac wars of the twentieth century
that boasts of marching ahead on the dawn of science-
Is it truth? Are these laws of fate or of nature?
Are we woods drifting in the sea of time?
Why impatience? Why massacre mutual?
Why lovelessness and lack of compassion?
Why has life turned into such a desert?
Is it all destined? What is that power?
What is the meaning of ceaseless flow of objects all?
Where is our destiny?
Is it really a play of the lord of universe?
***
Cried the earth- saying I can’t bear these souls evil
Cried aloud the earth; prayed to Vishnu
The mother washed God’s feet in warm tears of sorrow
It cried aloud as its womb shook!
“Aha! Is it my divine progeny?
This tribe of demons, lowly human mosquitoes
This reckless, merciless world of women: Are they your children?
I can’t bear this devilish characters
Take away wealth and give liberation”
Prayed and fainted the earth!
The lady bitten by a thousand cobras is the earth!
Subjected to cruel mockeries of prostitution times umpteen
The earth sank in sorrow and death wish.
Then darkness devoured her like black clouds from all corners
Stars orbited, the moon broke and fell like powder
Danced in the sky a thousand Rudras!
Pierced the cosmos a thousand forces
At all corners ran oceans of darkness.
***
A flower of thousand petals called the Sun aloud
He of thousand rays came into the sky
Light red embraced the earth and shone
Songs of love heard in the sky
Shone the golden flower girl in the lake
Arrived the Sun on golden chariot
The flower saw with eyes bright
It smiled and stretched its hands golden
While her thin waist danced in wind light
Her breasts heaved in love
Smiling and dancing it stood amidst lake
The sun of sahasrabahu a prince handsome
The flower raised its head and called the sun in darkness
It bared its heart and sang songs of sorrow
But the Sun hasn’t come
Her heart told that he would never come
Crestfallen she in sorrow of separation
The sun appeared the next day
Witnessed still corpse of my pure love
Alas, depressed he shed tears of fire.
***
Earth! Mother Ancient !Bloomer of hope!
Provider of all pleasures! House of nectar! Beauty pure!
All these crores of humans would play like babies on your breast
They are plants and flowers which grow and bloom in your womb
When dead they know nirvana by merging with you
Mother! Soul means faith of your soul pure in man
Pleasure is play of your infinite love and beauty pure
Joy means a ray in light of immortal beauty
Earth! Cheap humans roam like brutes
Split you as kingdoms countries
Fight and drench in blood their mother’s heart.
If some call it awful, unnatural
They face death cruel
Poison, gallows, cross, burning at stake or bullet!
Human devilishness ceaseless!
But I am aware of you as life force, pleasure giver and shining beauty !
Mother! My life will be spent in worshipping your beauty supreme
If I die now I would sleep on your bosom cool like a baby in love.
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