Spgm 032 - Seen What Was Lost Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

"Know the livelihood of your forefathers?
It's by going to the sea and killing lives.
You also enter my heart to kill.
To live like this, is it your will? "

"I'm enchanted by your hot bosom.
A source of pain it has become
I find, to your sagging hip,
Never it should be given up."

"Your father catches and kills
Lives thru' his deadly eyed-nets.
You also kill me with your eyes
Which are more like these nets."

"Your pearl-worn-bosom sways
Like the lightning on the skies,
In turn, affecting your hip,
Never it should be given up."

"In the boat your bothers sail,
And the sea-lives they kill.
But it is me your eyebrows kill,
While they play my death knell."

"Think o'er of others' pain
With patience God-given.
Never allow your heavy bust
To overload your hip just."

HOW TO COMPARE HER?

"Do her red eyes resemble the lilies?
No, no, it can't be so nice,
As they reveal not morals,
Like a pestle made of corals."

"Under the shady punnai tree,
Near the foul smelling sea,
Like a swan steps, is her walk,
Her red eyes, evil only they talk."

"The honey full blue flowers she holds,
And drives away the birds,
To prevent them from picking
The fish under the sun drying."

"Do her red eyes resemble silver spears?
No, no, they're still deadlier than spears.
Oh you swan, behind her go never,
For her beauty stuns people world over."

A BRIEF DESCRIPTION.

Madhavi heard his every song.
She found out something wrong.
She suspected another woman,
In every sarcastic song hidden.

She was keen to stay with him,
It was her intention every time.
With veena she sang, in her turn,
An ironical song with her sweet tone.

HER SONG ABOUT RIVER CAUVERY.

"Surrounded by the buzzing bees,
And the beautiful flowers as your dress,
Oh River Cauvery, you flow across
Between the both sides as you pass."

"I know, your slow and steady flow,
What's meant for your husband's glow,
Your grace these actions indeed show.
Long live your life-long flow.""

"In the flower garden the peacock dances.
The cuckoo birds sing in sweet voices.
Near you enchant the maids' garlands,
With them you also flow from the uplands."

"Your action as a fence around,
Is it not to cover your husband?
Your grace these actions show,
Long live your life-long flow."

"Long live his growing nation, "
As a mother for his protection
Never you shirk your responsibility,
Long live your fame and nobility."