Mmgl Part 013-002 - Brahmin's Criticism Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

Mmgl Part 013-002 - Brahmin's Criticism



The Brahmins criticized

"Lord Thirumal is our protector.
His son Brahma is our creator,
Who gave us all the Vedas.
How dare such remarks you pass? "

"You're a young immature boy
Fit to be born as the cow's boy.
You're unfit to be a Brahmin's son.
You're the most ignorant one."

THE SAGE'S BIRTH

Aaputhiran said:

"Sage Asala was a cow's son.
Sage Sringi was a deer's son.
Sage Vrinji was a tiger's son.
Sage Kesakam was a fox's son."

"What if I'm a cow's son?
Has your Vedas said anyone
That it's a sin to be a cow's son? "
Aaputhiran put this question.

THE BRAHMIN SAID

"Behinds his birth, I know it,
There's a hidden secret.
A Brahmin woman was coming.
I asked her where she was going? "

She told me:

"At Varanasi, I married a Brahmin,
Who was famous in that town.
Quite against Brahmin's tradition,
I behaved and went astray then."

"I lost my chastity and my husband.
I ran away as I was afraid
That they would beat me
And for my fault torture me."

"Along with a touring party
To south sea I went hastily.
After taking bath in the sea,
I was just thinking of me."

"Near Perur of Pandian King
From south I was coming.
By then I had my labor pain.
And I delivered a son."

"I left him in a garden,
Not minding, he's my son.
I'll never get pardon
For this grave sin."

Brahmin said:

"This boy is her son.
He's a shameful son.
Better you avoid him
And now banish him."

HE LAUGHED

"Aaputhiran laughed
After he heard
What the Brahmin said
In that hostile crowd."

"Who's Sage Vasishta?
Who's Sage Viswamitra?
Are they not sons of a dancer?
She's Thilothama, the dancer."

"If they're harmless
Sali also is blameless.
What for your preference
And then make this difference? "

HE GOT ILL TREATMENT

"Out of town he was banished.
By his father he was disowned.
None gave him there food.
He went to Madurai for his good."

AAPUTHIRAN'S KINDNESS

"He stayed at the temple gate
And made it a permanent seat.
Door to door he went begging.
And ate whatever he was getting."

"Oh blind, deaf, lame persons,
Orphans and diseased persons,
You all come here to eat.
Plenty of food I've got."

So he was calling them.
He was eating with them.
At nights there only he slept
Under his head the bowl he kept."

Tuesday, March 7, 2017
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Rajaram Ramachandran

Rajaram Ramachandran

Chennai born, now at Juhu, Mumbai, India
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