A Tale Of The Highway Robber- 2 Poem by Rajiv Tripathi

A Tale of the Highway Robber
(2)
"The First Sloka and the first Poet"
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It was mellowed morn with maroon rays
Appeared riding on blowing breez
The Tamsa was flowing as leaping blaze
Trees along sides of the streem were swinging in series
As if they were greeting the morn
With the birds blowing horn
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Devine sage Valmiki awaked from devine fusion
Having prayed the mother earth for her devine lapel
He started walking with his deciple for daily ablution
Pleased through the presentation natural
He was walking along the Tamsa's majestic stream
Praising Lord chanting devine name briming with gleam
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His deciple was following him with his attire
Aside the path there was a couple of crane
That was mating with love desire
Lovely they looked for the lovely sane
The sage was pleased to the lovely beauty
He was blessing the lovely feature with pity
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An arrow passed through the heart of the male
At once he yelled and died on spot
Agony filled the heart of the bird female
She cried with departing pain a lot
And her heart brust in a moment
She fell down lifeless and beauty grew faint
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The devine sage stunned looking the sight
He stopped and looked around angrily
With the anger his eyes were turned fire- bright
He found a hunter nearby standing silly
With a bow and arrows with cruel face
For a moment the saint looked him on his place
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Looking the hunter his agony rather grew
His lips opened and he cried out
being angered
"Ye will not find rest moments a few
For ye had killed mating couple of birds "
This is the theme of his Sanskrit sloka
The first poet in anger spoken during