This is the night
When I left you hurried
The door slammed
Leaving you puzzled
Life's questions
So many, remain unanswered
As it flows
Throws questions
Like the' YAKSHA' of' Mahabharat'
We always ask ourselves
Some we find answer
Others remain mysteries
And we die of thirst.
Puzzles are always visit our age in many forms...it play with mind and emotions, sure it does...but as it visit us by moving time, time may also offers the answer in some other day too...till then we are restless to know what it is :) its nice work Bharati...it provokes my mind
very insightful poem with beautifully selected words, nice to read.
Part - 2 the questions and died on thirst. Yudhistira could answer the mysterious questions and came out from puzzle and save the lives of his brothers. Dear Bharati madam, you have so wisely shared this poem here with a nice story from Mahabharata. So interesting that I have made second visit to this poem. Thanks again. Throws questions
Thank you Sir, Kumarmani Mahakul for revisiting this poem.Your comments succintly explain the background of my poem.I should add a poet's note about the story of YAKHYA from the epic'MAHABHARAT'
Part - 1 Like the' YAKSHA' of' Mahabharat' We always ask ourselves Some we find answer Others remain mysteries And we die of thirst......nice example in favor of puzzle in life. Except Yudhistira all his four brothers didn't answer
Others remain mysteries! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yudhistira could answer all the many questions of the Yaksha, but has a doubt regarding its real nature.. Then, the Yaksha reveals himself to be Yama-Dharma, the god of death, Yudhistira's father... :) - Indeed, your poem is a source of pleasure, Bharati.. Thanks for sharing Cheers
Thank you so much.I really wonder about the depth of your knowledge on the great Indian epic-The mahabharat.