Man of auspiciousness!
You are a riddle to me
This Yasodhara is a lass
innocent to know you
I thought eyes for ruling
horizons far were stage for my love
Couldn’t anticipate
my mangalsutra was string
of wellbeing cosmic.
I trusted in you as my lord, man of kindness!
Ignorant of the lord
of my heart turning into lord of cosmos
Thought of you as flute for
paths forest
Unaware of you as harp of enlightenment on paths
cosmic.
River of mercy, the
Lord turns into flood of moonlight
Peace and pleasure overwhelm
people’s hearts
In teachings of the Lord ,
world may see ways of salvation
Forgetting the tales
and woes of Yasodhara
It was inexplicable
Whether the lord heard the lyrics
Sung on the harp of her heart
Siddhartha’s eyes were tears.
***
I am mot ignorant, woman!
Cordial bond of ours was mutual and transcendental
I knew all the depths of our heart
In shadows of your eyelashes merry,
I read the poem of cosmic secret.
Then a great idea enveloped my heart
I moved ahead as if someone called me
If told , would hot
tears in your eyes
Let my feet
to move away ?
In saffron attire, under the banyan tree
I spent three years twice in penance hard
Here you turned your life into penance
suffering for long
the tongues of flames of parting.
***
She listened to the
heartbeat of the lord
He saw the thoughts in her mind
Theirs was the language of hearts loving
Theirs was the conversation silent.
***
An extract from 'Karunasri'
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