Pancha Kanyaa
(Five women)
She was there for me
Like a candle in a stormy dark night
Giving a tiny boy the warmth of her tiny body
Telling me to read and read
And to become a wise man
One day
Shaking off all her earthly burden
She left for a world unknown
Earthly burden of
Child bearing and rearing
Cooking and cleaning
And looking after cows
Her world limited to
Dishes to cook
Cows and kids to feed
Now a distant evening candle
Burning there with some oil to spare
Time has transformed her
To a new baby
Almost twin flowers
We drifted away from the start
She drowned in
The ocean of living
Bearing the life
Like a turtle in dense forest
A tiny baby
Can not imagine a life without her
In spite of the harsh winter night
A delicate bud blooms to become a flower
And finally a butterfly
Tasting nectar of life in distant lands
She
A manifestation of my desire
Hopes and cravings
With her smile
Mundane clouds in me become
Portrait of the sunset
Smell of jasmine fills up the midnights
Life after life
((*.*))
January 19, 2002 |