(112) (Meera) The Last Days Of Meera Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

For several days Rana waited,
But no reply was received.
So, he went to Vrindavan,
Dressed like a common man.

He met her with Sadhus,
Singing songs and bhajans
Happily dancing with them
Feeling not any shy or shame.

After she finished her prayer
He slowly approached her.
He told, people cried for her
And he came there to take her.

She refused to go with him.
Boldly she told this time,
“Once you told me to die
Should I return back, why? ”

“This is my second life
Now I’m Krishna’s wife,
He has also accepted me.
To move, I’m now free.”

It was a rude shock to him,
But she earned her freedom.
She then travelled by foot
To every religious spot.

To Dwaraka temple she went.
The doors remained still shut.
When she appealed to the Lord,
Both the doors then opened.

It was Krishna’s birthday
The grand Janmashtami day
This was a special event,
And to the temple, all went.

In fact, Meera was so tired,
Having travelled all around,
Every nook and corner,
There was no rest for her.

She ran to Krishna and said,
“Oh Lord, I am now tired.
No more I can bear your test.
At your Lotus feet, let me rest.

So saying, she caught
Hold of His legs tight,
Fell on the ground flat,
And was no more at last.

As Krishna kept smiling,
A spark was merging
From her material body
Unto His spiritual body.

The world lost star one.
For Heaven, it was a gain.
The people stopped crying,
And they started praying.

In every corner, her songs remain.
In every heart, her soul does shine.
Yes, it’s true, a star is born,
Like Meera, one in million.