Sabrimala (Verses) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Sabrimala

While discussing Sabri, Yasoda, Ahilya, Mira and so on come to our mind, come to crowd the pages of our archetypal imagery with old and obsolete thoughts and ideas, conventions and rituals, something what it is good in them and something what it is wrong for us to judge and opine. How did Devadasis suffer it? How did the Vashnavite sadhvis and sevadasis? In writing Sabrimala, think I of my Vrindavana, Nautch girls, Bais, who crowd the brain and engage our space and scape, Vishkanyas and Nagakanyas. The oracle of the Indian soothsayers, oracle-makers, palmists, astrologers and other people of this sort I never liked them in totality. I even praised it not the roles of the temple-keepers and watchmen and florists. Who is what, God knows? Who will be how when, how to say that? People change under times, circumstances and situations. Definitions change it here from time to time.
I do not know what it to say with regard to the judgement and the parties concerned as because it is their case for which judgement lies it reserved always and it is up to them to dispense it or to pass the verdict. But why the commotion, the uproar for what? What the reason for not allowing the women of 10 to 50 years of age? Will life spend as thus in waiting? In waiting for the time to pass? Should they be not allowed to enter into the temple? If they are not, when will they be able to visit the shrine?

Let Us Go To

Let us go to Sabrimala,
Sabrimala,
Let us,
Let us go to,
Go to Sabrimala temple,
Let us,
Let us to Sabrimala,
Sabrimala temple.

Where Sabrimala?

Where the place,
How the steps leading to,
Who the pilgrims,
How the nomenclature and protocol,
How the social conventions?

Who can worship,
Who cannot,
Who are allowed
And who not
And what the reason?

The Sabri Hills

The Sabri hills
Of the Periyar Tiger Reserve
In Kerala's Pathanamthitta district
Housing Ayappan
The celibate.

O, Lord, See You Now!

On the one hand
They are protesting
Their entry
Into the temple
While on the other
They are fighting the case,
Waiting for the judgement,
Now it is upto
To work for a reconciliation,
With it in celibacy,
What not?

Ayappan,
Hariharaputra,
O, of Siva and Mohini,
Mohini and Siva,
Ayappan,
Ayappan,
My Lord!

O, My Manna, Let Us Be, Let Us Be!

O, my manna,
Let us be, let us be
To Sabrimala,
Sabrimala,
O, my manna, manna,
To Sabri hills,
Sabrimala!

My Lord, They Are Waiting, They Are Waiting

They are waiting,
Waiting to enter,
Enter Your campus,
They,
They are, Ayappan,
You let them in,
Let them in, Lord!

The Devotees Calling, Calling

Lord, the eyes look fatigued
Of waiting,
The heart knows it not
As for how long,
How long to wait,
Wait for the gates,
The gates to open
So that they may be allowed,
Allowed to enter,
Enter in to worship,
Worship You!

Sabrimala

Sabrimala temple,
Lord Ayyappa,
The pundits and others
And the women,
Plead in your way
The way it suits you
But the judgement held so secret
To tell it otherwise
What it is in justice and jurisprudence.

Sabrimala


Sabrimala temple
Atop the hill,
Since when have they been debarred from,
Not allowed to enter into the complex,
The women in between 10 to 50 years,
I do not know the history,
The case nor is it for my pleading and argument,
But as a human being I can just say,
Why can they not worship?

Ayappa, the God of Growth,
Now say You,
What it to as the Abode is Yours
Overlooking the forest reserve
With the wild animals
And the folks too with the myth of their own,
Now say You, Ayappa, Lord Ayappa,
Who to be debarred and who not,
Are You not the God of all?

I can hear about the hills of Sabri
Whom Rama visited it,
The temple founded by Parashuram,
The trek to the abode
And in the sanctum sanctorum the Lord lost in
His meditation, Ayappa
And the devotees outnumbering it all
So full of faith and devotion.