They Also Sing The Song Of Rama, The Poor Singer Of Rama (Songs Of Rama) / The Ragged Singer Of Rama Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

They Also Sing The Song of Rama, The Poor Singer of Rama (Songs of Rama) / The Ragged Singer of Rama

Foreword

The poor ragged man as the singer of Rama is before you to peruse and pursue if there is something readable in it and if not, you dump it elsewhere taking it to be rubbish as I have nothing to claim nor can I say it with firmness that I have really written it something commendable and praiseworthy. My point of reckoning is otherwise, to show it the humble and real. How nobility gets neglected? How culture is devalued? How do we humble down humbleness? But there is something in culture, humility, nobility and civility. There is something in being humble and neglected too which but the world knows it not how it pays for in the end if it sustains and the time comes for it to express. Where do the situations of life take to? How the circumstances compelling upon? How do they bind man? How the unforeseeable hard times of life?

I do not know it what have I in it nor can I assure you about the poetical quality as I have been languishing in. I have nothing to talk of barring struggle, suffering and sacrifice. My experiences of life are very hard to put into words. I do not know how to express that. This time this much.
- -Bkd

Introduction

Here a poor soul comes into the scene, is singing the song of Rama and the voice so melodious and musical breaking melodies of notes and sounds. Oh, the poor soul!

Where do the situations of life bring to? Where do the circumstances compelling one to be at the crossroads from where nowhere to return back?

The State

The poor, miserable state into which lies he the singer, the poor singer is also a point of deliberation. But how to be in the control of situations compelling?

A Poor Soul So Distraught And Fallen, But A Singer of Rama

A poor soul in a tattered and torn dress
Saw I,
Saw I him
Singing,
Singing the song of Rama
So broken and frustrated,
So full of sorrow and bent in life!

Dishevelled and dejected
In utter despair and despondence
Lay he
Brooding over the self,
Just like a rag picker picking
From the garbage heap
And ruminating over life!

The Background

What sort of singer the distraught soul is, who is taking us by surprise? A poor soul singing the song of Rama so devastated and distraught in life!


A Singer of Heart, A Singer of Heart

A singer of heart, heart
Singing
The songs,
The songs of Rama,
A singer of soul,
Singing the songs,
The songs of soul
In which resides it,
Resides it Rama,
A singer of heart, heart,
A singer of soul, soul.

What The Thing About? (The Matter)

Where is your Rama, where is your Krishna? Rama is not outside, but inside, Krishna is not outside wherever search you, he is within, within you, within me. What sort of worshipper are they who keep searching Ram and Krishna outside? They are seated within, is all that the singer says it about and the song of his. What have we come with and what to go with? Nothing.

Where Is Rama, Where Is Krishna?

Where is Rama, where is Krishna,
Rama is in your heart,
Krishna is in your heart,
Rama Rama, Krishna Krishna,
Where do you search him,
He is by you?

What Sort of Worshipper Are You?

A worshipper of what,
Where you worshipping Rama, where you Krishna,
Where you going
In search of Rama, in search of Krishna,
Rama not where you search,
Krishna not where you search him?

Strange Singer of Rama

This is from where the songs can be heard, who the singer, how the voice of his? They also sing the songs of Rama who love it from their heart, from their soul, from their within. They are also the singers of Rama and Rama too loves, loves them. Their prayers too are granted who say it in whispers but soulfully.

They Also Sing The Song of Rama

A strange singer of Rama was he
Singing the song of Rama zestfully
With so much delight and joy
Feeling within his heart
But so distraught and devastated in life,
But singing it so soulfully,
Melodies breaking from.

I moved on
But the music of the song carried by the wind
Lingered on
With the shabbily-dressed poor fellow singing,
Singing the song of Rama
As and when the memory took me by its realms
Which is but the music of life,
The experiences it has taught.

Such was the impact of the music and song,
The magic of it,
Even though wanted I to go,
I could not,
As if something were holding me,
Holding me and letting me not go,
Oh the image of the poor-singer,
The poor singer of Rama
Singing so soulfully, heartfully
The songs, the songs of Rama.

And listening to, hearing them
Or by memorizing the moments
Still stand I speechless, motionless
Thinking about, about the shabby singer,
So uncouth and clumsy in looking
But singing, singing the songs of Rama,
Of Rama in such a way
Never, never heard before
And they too, they too are the singers,
The singers of Rama.

The Silhouette, An Image, Seen From Far, A Reflection

How do the conditions of life condition the course of life? How the feelings and experiences of it? The poor singer's tonal improvisations telling it all. The element of pain and suffering pervades the whole body of the poem.

The Poor Singer of Rama

Who is the poor soul
Singing
The song of Rama
A voice so painful
Never heard before?

A poor but devastated fellow
Shabbily-dressed and clumsy-looking
Singing the song of Rama.

Clumsily dressed and uncouth
The poor singer singing
The song of Rama
With so much zest.

Living half-fed, half-clothed
Asking for nothing,
After singing the song vanishing out of sight.

The voice seemed to be one of pain,
The face so dishevelled and distraught
He seemed to be marooned!

With the pain in heart
Which lay it within,
Sang he the song of Rama
So sweetly and sadly.

And I could not,
Could not his face and heart,
Was it Rama's pain
Or that of his heart?

The man passed away,
Turned he into an image of his
But the memory lingered it on,
But the voice still haunts me,
The music and magic of it.

O, the poor singer,
Singer of Rama,
Though you are gone,
I still, still remember you
With the tears falling from the eyes?

Where you,
Where your song,
Where that musical melody,
Where your that songful note
Breaking forth?