Spgm 063 - Kovalan Appreciated And Started Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

Spgm 063 - Kovalan Appreciated And Started



Kovalan said:

"The foremost relatives, your parents,
The errand girls and maid servants,
Your friends, all you have left there
When you came with me here."

"The elders' well wishes, your modesty,
Your self determination and chastity,
With these things only you came,
In my distress to console me."

"My love, give me one anklet
That adorns your soft foot.
I shall go to the city market,
And for a price sell it."

He then tightly embraced her.
Shedding tears, he felt sorry for her.
Pity, she was left alone there
As no servant to serve her.

No more words he could talk.
Unsteady became his walk.
In the streets full of cows,
He crossed them somehow.

REACHED THE MARKET

A buffalo came on his way.
It wasn't a bad omen anyway
For his tribe, so he proceeded
And he went further ahead.

He crossed the streets
Of the temple servants
And reached the market
To dispose of the anklet.

GOLDSMITH APPEARED BEFORE

In the market, goldsmiths sold,
Hundreds of ornaments in gold.
But there came one with a stick,
Whom Kovalan preferred to pick.

Kovalan told him, "This ornament
For the royal queen it's meant.
Could you sell it for a good price?
As some money I've to rise."

THE GOLDSMITH SAW

"Let me try, sure I'm not,
For the royal king, I do a lot
Crowns and ornaments in gold, "
The goldsmith coolly told.

As a messenger of death
He came there in his path.
The anklet from Kovalan he took
And gave it a prying look.

Inside ruby and diamond,
Costly stones he found.
The workmanship outside,
It was an art of pride.

GOLDSMITH'S EVIL PLOT

Goldsmith said:

"This anklet doesn't suit anyone,
Excepting the king's queen,
So, from the king let me find out,
Till then you stay there in my hut."

Kovalan took back the anklet,
And stayed in the smith's hut,
Which was near the temple,
And which was very simple.

He thought of shifting the blame,
Which had already spoiled his name,
That the queen's anklet by him was stolen
Now on the head of this stranger, Kovalan.

Such a devilish person he was,
He was a criminal for no cause.
He acted like a noble man,
And went to the King Pandian.

Saturday, February 4, 2017
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Rajaram Ramachandran

Rajaram Ramachandran

Chennai born, now at Juhu, Mumbai, India
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