Monday, January 26, 2015

DISPUTE -- 'Karunasri' Jandhyala Papayya Sastry

                                                                                      

With  his  bow drawn and heroism overwhelming
Came Devadatta and spoke
To the  Man of   affection carrying the swan
In words full of  harshness and  pride.

“Prince! This   royal bird is mine
A prize fit for my hands of victory
Let me enjoy the meat of this swan
Grownup  on golden corn of manasarovar/”

Spoke Man of compassion  with smile on his  face
And tender touch on the sides of the Swan
 To his  friend acting fury unfair  at the ends of eyes
 And stretching his hand towards the Royal swan.

“ Having born somewhere, Inhaling  the god-given air
  Eating something and   drinking some  lake water
  Flies the royal swan on the vistas of the skies
   Is it fair to  show cruelty to her? Can it bear the  arrows of fire?
       
You twist in pain when others pinch you
 Or when a thorn tears your foot
Aren’t  other creatures  like you!
 Doesn’t the same life course in them?
Isn’t suffering result of violence? Is it apt to fret and fume?

It’s perfect  for the clan of princes to offer protection
 Is it fair to rob the freedom of  creatures plenty!
Doesn’t this earth  girded  by oceans four perish in violence?
 Is  it right to  defile the word Kshatra ?
 
Let  the end of arrow pierce
The end of your  palm
   Alas! How can this orphan and
Dumb bird describe her pain?

Has your heart turned against  swans
To do violence awful 
Is it appropriate to kill  the gentle
For the famous  of the  Sakya clan?

Trampling humanity underneath
Adorned  asuratva  onto your head
Have you bidden farewell to  goodness
And  ushered in  evil ?”  

On seeing the treasure of compassion
Radiating lights   of affection from his eyes
Spoke Devadatta spilling
Harshness out of his eyes.

 “I  fell  the bird with an arrow sharp
Flying high in the sky with its group
Why do you seize my bird
Return it to me, Prince of Sakya clan? “

 Listening to the eyeballs of him
The  shaken swan  closed its feet!
Ending the worry of the bird
Spoke the man of kindness

“ How did you send the arrow
In the side of bird milky  white
Like Rahu  who sent his  poisonous fang
Into the gentle heart of the moon?

With  the arrow from the bow drawn
 You  shot down the bird in the sky
You can’t  draw the bow to kill 
Pride and envy hovering in your heart!

“It’s mine thrice” says Devadatta
Contradicted  thrice by Gautama
Their dispute went on and on
 Nothing could be decided upon.

Both Devadatta and Gautama gone
To the court of the King
They found the judge
Sought verdict in the row over swan.

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