632. A Flute In Firewood Bundle! Poem by Raman Savithiri

632. A Flute In Firewood Bundle!



It is all for You I bear this life!
Before these identifications found me to trap
I tried to escape them by breaking conventions.
You know how I am notorious for being uncommon
With blunt boldness how I used to travel to unravel
The ties with relatives running to mutts and mountains
Without bothering what would befall on me
Though I used to be fairly good-looking
And in the most vulnerable female body
Even the surging emotions did not urge
To find a man to merge seeking bliss of physical union
I remember how I was entangled to
Talks of a handsome youth talking about You
Job! ? I used it to run hither and thither aloof
Like a slippery creature to elude bonds!
Money though it amused me a lot
I was not capable of catching it
For it was more slippery than what I was.
And my unending queries took the toll
Ultimately I did not become anything!

As the roots of floating lotus
I could not root to any place
The only steady path I tread continuously
Is the inner road with twists and turns.
While walking against the so called
Normal social life it became inevitable
To clash those who walk straight!
How many enemies?
To protect itself as the rose shrub
Produces too many prickly stems
I too became ‘pricking’ to my society
It is for You I go against my kith and kin
Though I bleed in the fights for my rights
Though they heavily misunderstand me
Though I am unable to find even a hole
In their tightly closed hearts
To inject the beauty of You
I go on fighting with tired limbs.
And I walk alone!
This solitary striding I relish a lot!

But there is a small regret!
Wont this pricking rose plant bloom one day?
When? How long I go on producing thorns alone?
Won’t I get good companies to talk about You,
As lover loves to talk about the heroisms of her hero?
As a beautiful flute is taken with firewood
How long I should be with this barbarous community?
When flesh of fish, birds and goat they relish
How can speak to them the taste of pranic food?
When they worship money, land and lust
How can I disclose what is yoga and mantra?
When they enjoy noise to recreate themselves
How can I tell them to go beyond noise to enjoy silence?
When 24 hours a day and 7 days of a week are not sufficient
For them to seek money and pleasure for five senses
How can I ask them to devote few minutes a day
To sing and meditate the beauty of You to be in bliss? 180212

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Raman Savithiri

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Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu, India
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