A Child's Prattle-7 - Poem by Indira Renganathan
Life's a mystery
And its creator, too mysterious
And I'm not a mystic at all
Fettered by cosmic link
To meet Him
After all an ordinary old woman
Looking out for a kind heart
With aching time
Months ran.That divine kid
Didn't turn...But then
A hallucination enfolded me
I began perceiving
His heavenly presence often nigh
Played, pranked, prattled
With all His music and dance
But lo, my sarcastic fate...
Soon my ecstasy was called lunacy
And my heart terribly needed a balm
Perhaps for that reason surprisingly
Little boy came with a stick
On a bright day
'You Krishna'I exclaimed
'Yes gran, your Krishna' He said
'With the stick again..? 'I asked
For a different cause this time'
He seemed to proclaim something
'Hmmm, anyway, you've come, I'm happy'
'Gran.. I have a salve for you'
What's it..? '
'why don't you sleep in Bhumatha's lap
It'll do good to you'
In a short silence
A truth broadening His big eyes bigger
Even mine in amusing surprise
'No need of a cot gran..'He chuckled
'Yes darling I do oblige'
'And.. do remember your promise
Be with me from now on'
'Oh graan dear, not from now'
'Then..? ' sometime..'
He shrugged His shoulders like
The big Krisna just to vanish next
A meaningful silence shrouded
Ah, no more dilemma..very much sure
'My little grandson
That celestial child
Will definitely arrive in time'
But my ecstasy...it's ever lunacy
As I try to sleep on the ground
Note: This is about a grand mother's's imagination of conversing with
little Krishna the Lord adopting Him as her grand child.
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