Mmgl Part 003-002 - Five Different Forests Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

'A garden meant for the king,
Near the steaming spring,
Where the princesses stay
And they enjoy their play.'

'Another garden at this time,
When Indran Festival has come,
None will go there, not even
The honeybees are seen.'

'In this garden, it would appear,
Hanging flowers fading never,
That is guarded by a devil.
So, it's deserted by the people.'

'There is a Sampathi jungle,
Ruled by a powerful eagle,
Besides Kavera forest, both old
Where none go, I'm told.'

'In the Lord Buddha garden,
That's situated in this town,
For his love and affection,
Flowers pour like rain.'

A LOTUS PLATFORM

'In that Buddha garden,
A marble hall can be seen.
A lotus platform in the hall
It's meant for the visitors all.'

'Flower buds if they place,
On that platform with grace,
The buds bloom into flowers,
Untouched by the honeybees.'

'Oh Madhavi, any vow to fulfill,
For the god of one's choice and will,
If fresh flowers are kept there
That god accepts this offer.'

'You must know the reason,
There's one God Mayan,
Who made for all a custom,
To follow this worship system.'

'For those who rely on their fate,
And not on their mental thirst,
This kind of worships benefit,
To place flowers on the god's feet.'

GOING TO BUDDHA GARDEN

'To any garden other than
This safe Buddha garden,
If your daughter goes,
A problem it'll pose.'

'So, I'll go with her,
For the safety of her.
Fresh flowers we'll pluck,
And safely come back.'

To these words of Sudamadhi,
Carefully considered Madhavi,
Who gave them her consent.
Thro' chariot street they went.'

ACTION OF A DRUNKARD

He looked like a beggar.
In his walk he did stagger.
He held on his shoulder,
A stick used as a carrier.

On the tip of that stick hung a hanger,
With a beggar's bowl inside the hanger.
With no dress almost naked he was.
He felt no shame for this cause.

He didn't want to hurt,
Even an unseen insect.
For days he didn't eat,
Or taken bath top to foot.

His walk, like an elephant,
His body movement went.
His look was so innocent,
That he was more like a saint.

A drunkard saw him and said,
'Your visit here you paid,
Oh Saint, to your lotus feet,
I bow and humbly submit.'

'Hear my words please.
In this dirty body of yours,
Will your life not feel bad?
Will it not become sad? '

'In this and next birth
What our Lord said for both?
An endless joy and bliss
Is he not the one who gives? '

'Does life extinct really
By drinking raw toddy?
You drink this to know
What your yoga will show? '

'Once you know its result
You take me to your cult.
Please have this drink first.
Thus you quench your thirst.'

BEHIND A MAD MAN

He's a man, his head tuft tied
With odd flowers on its side.
The tree twigs around his waist,
Hid his torn cloth out of sight.

His body was full of white ashes,
And sandalwood paste in patches,
But his talk was quite irrelevant,
Like a madman-in-street went.

He went on weeping sometime,
Or was running in circle sometime,
Or stood aside long sometime,
Or fought with his shadow sometime.

People went behind this madman,
With sympathy for him as human,
As they couldn't bear seeing his pain,
Behaving like this in the streets main.

BEHIND AN EUNUCH

Her head was full of curly hair.
Her face was almost fair.
Her mouth was red like coral.
Her teeth were white like pearl.

Her eye brows were like creepers.
Her leg wears were from conchs.
Her forehead resembled crescent.
Her hands were like red lily present.

She had raised tender breasts.
Besides her slender waist.
But she was man turned woman,
Who played folk dance in common.