krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

Bronze Star - 2,291 Points (1964 and doing pretty good.. / Thiruvalla, Kerala)

Lord Yama And The Tippler.......... - Poem by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

That evening the sky was painted extreme red
The prelude to my exit as prophesied
So I set my wine glasses and sat on my bed
Then raised a peg to toast my hour of need

It was just last week when the astrologer predicted
Much to my chagrin the end of my wining days
And the precise time for soul from body to be evicted
‘cause, I had transgressed limits as always

And so as the darkness unfolded around me fast
I heard eerie foot steps on my gravel path
And there He stood so menacing in look and form
With rope, sack, pot belly, the bull and a look of scorn

Much to His surprise however, he found me unafraid
A seasoned tippler committed to his declared fate
I called Him in – my dark ominous guest finicky
Then invited Him to a round of premium whisky

His stern countenance broke into a smile
A swig won’t hurt He seemed to agree
“Then gently I’ll take you across the miles
A task entrusted to me by the lord supreme”

One peg, two pegs, three pegs …..nay thirty down
His potbelly began to swell and become round
Then his voice became first a drawl, then a howl
Followed by drooping eyelids and snoring foul

I pinched myself to find much of me was still living
Past the allotted hour and Lord Yama sleeping
Outside, the dark fat bull had taken flight
Perhaps chasing a village cow in rare worldly delight

Early morn, the cock crew and He woke up with a start
Then cursing and swearing he looked at his celestial watch
Oh he cried, ” I faltered on my divine duty’s part
All for a mere mortals peg of whisky and scotch”

For decades then the celebrated fable goes
No body died in that country side of age or disease
The joy and festivities were however short lived
As the sick, old and ailing wailed for early release
Then the living fervently prayed and prayed
To the good Lord the sick, old and ailing to take away
So that the healthy living be at peace again
And the world turn ever youthful as always

The anxiety and grief in prayers God did weigh
And sent back Lord Yama on his errands once again
To deliver those ninety, hundred and hundred and fifty years of age
But bade him beware of tipplers like me and their devious games....

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Lord Yama - the mythological Hindu God of death is entrusted with the task of taking our souls for delivery to hell or heaven when our hour of death approaches and as such He is not a welcome visitor any way. He is supposed to come on a dark buffalo bull with sack and rope well equipped for His work and here I have created a situation where a seasoned alcoholic gets the better of Him and cheats death in the bargain

Comments about Lord Yama And The Tippler.......... by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (8/18/2016 1:16:00 PM)

    That is a lovely humorous piece. Happy the God of Death is keeping away from you. Please give me your address. I am eligible enough to give you company. LOL! (Report) Reply

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  • (8/18/2016 11:41:00 AM)

    Hi Krishna,

    Again, it is me.

    I forgot to tell you, I have posted on ph a poem on the ill effects of alcohol. Named, Enter His Kingdom. Invite you to read it.
    And a perfect 10 for your beautiful poem. Would love to come back for a re.
    Further, the e-mail notifications are back.
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  • (8/18/2016 11:34:00 AM)

    Hi Krishna,
    This is a fantastic poem. Loved reading it. A comical surprise!

    Everybody speaks of the ill-effects of alcohol; here we have a beautiful poem on its virtues. I hope the Beverages Corporation (that has monopoly of selling alcohol in our part of the universe) makes you their brand ambassador!
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  • Savita Tyagi (4/14/2014 10:05:00 AM)

    Fantastic write. Enjoyed the story and humor so much. Like some of those interesting stories from Puranas. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Om Chawla (4/14/2014 8:04:00 AM)

    A Wonderful and enjoyable write. Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Yash Shinde (4/10/2014 10:47:00 PM) presented truth, so humorously! The present day liquor is no less than the latter day 'Somaras'! ............An interesting bargain, .............its time now for oldies to keep a peg ready for Lord Yama to come! .... (Report) Reply

  • (4/10/2014 5:37:00 AM)

    nice poem like it............
    thanks for your suggestions sir......
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  • Geetha Jayakumar (2/26/2014 11:03:00 AM)

    A Fantastic write. You have portrayed beautiful picture of Lord Yama and his rider Buffalo. Its a very good idea, if all can bribe with pegs and get away from death. I loved reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (2/23/2014 11:50:00 PM)

    So enticing is the charm of liquor
    Not even a Yama can withstand its power
    It will all start with one small peg
    And ends up in several, making one cower

    Enjoyed this poem much! The story is built up so naturally and convincingly that the tippler's trick appears real and not dramatic! The inherent sense of humour with the backing of truth makes it a wonderful piece! !
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  • Dinesh Nair (2/23/2014 12:19:00 AM)

    In these times when Yama descends successfully on many in his multiple forms, it is very good to see a tippler tricking him quite dramatically. Hope Yama won`t drink and come to you again, dear tippler. (Report) Reply

  • (2/21/2014 9:31:00 PM)

    Yes! - some of that good old-fashioned storytelling in poetic form! Excellent write.... (Report) Reply

  • (2/21/2014 9:26:00 PM)

    Yes! - some of that good old-fashioned delightful storytelling in poetic form! Excellent write.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 17, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, February 17, 2014

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