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.
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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?
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