Rajaram Ramachandran

Gold Star - 23,025 Points (13-7-31 (see reverse) / Chennai born, now at Juhu, Mumbai, India)

(104) (Meera) The Early Life Of Meera - Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

Rajputs took ’Sati’ as a sacred one
For any live widowed woman
To burn herself in the fire
With her husband in the pyre

Meera was young still.
Lo, it was God’s will
That brought the end
Of Rathan Singh who died.

Her mother, Chandramugi
Went to join him in sati.
But Rao Dudha prevented it
For Meera’s sake, out right.

As Dudha, her grandfather,
Was too old to take care,
It fell on her mother
To care more for her,

A big crowd stood once
Outside the palace entrance
To receive red saris for women
And coarse dhotis for men.

A woman took a sari,
And asked for a dhoti.
As her husband was sick
He couldn’t come to take.

Next to her came Meera,
Asking for a sari from Dudha.
He refused to give her one,
As it was for a poor woman..

When Meera was stubborn,
Laughingly he gave her one.
Again for a dhoti she asked,
The one for her dear husband.

Dudha, who was surprised,
Asked, “Who’s your husband? ”
Promptly she then replied.
“Krishna is my husband.”

Chandramugi explained him,
How Meera had this dream,
How, one day, as a child
Lord Krishna she married.

On the girl’s passion
And her spiritual vision,
Happy they were first,
But became worried at last.

“How can a silent idol
Marry this mad girl?
Is it really possible?
What’s God’s will? ”

So said her mother
To her grandfather,
Who could understand
Her passion as a child.

He said, “When she grows old,
Reality she’ll understand.
Now, she’s only a child
To know about this world.”

But for the girl Meera,
She felt herself Radha,
Krishna’s beloved Consort
In the Dwaraka Resort.

Her every song revealed
Her deep thoughts inside,
As a wife of Krishna,
As Krishna’s Meera.

Comments about (104) (Meera) The Early Life Of Meera by Rajaram Ramachandran

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (6/22/2009 7:39:00 AM)

    Rajputs took ’Sati’ as a sacred one
    For any live widowed woman
    To burn herself in the fire
    With her husband in the pyre... age old traditionto escape the fury of invading troops.... so sacred rituals prevalent at that time..... bautiful write

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  • (6/4/2009 7:32:00 PM)

    ok, this is a continuation of meera's life.thanks for the information..grace (Report)Reply

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  • (3/19/2009 7:29:00 AM)

    I just want to read her songs. So far I ve not got access to them. Your poem again tempts me to read her songs. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 13, 2009

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