I Never Close The North-Window At Night... Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Putting faith in is a power;
Some easily believes everything
On the other side, some hesitates to believe

However I am giving here
An account of a strange event:

An ugly, deformed, hump-backed
Clumsy looking unmarried girl,
Daughter of a poor terminal peasant,
Jumped into a pond of dirty miry water...

Common householders
And conservative men of the locality
Thought she must fallen into the jaws of death..
Even her father getting ready
To prepare the bed of her funeral pyre;

But giving everybody surprise
She comes out of the water self-evidently
As if an angle, beautiful, charming,
Pleasing, a golden image...

Smilingly cast a glance;

Then flew away over the valley,
Over the cloud, Over the blue firmament,
Over the horizon, beyond the sky-line...
And bit by bit transformed
Into a bright blue-silvery star..

I have seen myself;
Yes, Yes, I have seen myself;
Not a hearsay;

At every night on the north horizon
She appears regularly...

I never close the north-window at night...