AHALYA THE WINNER
Is being beautiful my sin?
Is being tricked and seduced my fault?
Cursed I am for no fault of mine
Isn't the sky a divine letter
with Sun, moon and stars as its indelible letters
written by God with heavenly ink
that perpetually entice and blink?
Can the Earth forget the first touch of rain
after long scorching summer?
Can the tree forget the pleasure
Of bearing the first fruit or flower?
When my sky is darkest deep
with no moon or stars to peep;
when I'm drained of all my hopes
asto progress there is no scope;
You descended eagerly from heaven
to lave with love my dreary desert pain,
to soothe my parched skin with soothing caress,
kissing my dry leaves and grass to be a source of solace.
You're now perennial rivers of tear,
That fail to lave my love, my priceless treasure!
You're now the dart pierced into my silently sobbing heart
With the end of the arduous labour
and the strainful struggle,
leaving its crysalis
my beautiful blue Butterfly
Please come and sit down by my side
Silent and still
Like a mountain in meditation
By the side of a river,
Let me sing a song for my own appreciation
Like the song of celebration for mother Earth in Rain ready for regeneration,
Let me sing a song glorifying menstruation
With pride and dignity without inhibition.
If with love and care, is sown,
Grows into a tree in full bloom,