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Yasodhara/ Shivaratri

Yasodhara

What would she have happened,
Gone over her heart
When she came to know,
Prince Sidhartha left the palace
For to be a bhikshuka?

The pains, pains of her heart,
The world knew it not,
Felt it not the pains, pains of
Queen Yasodhara and child Rahul!

How would have tears welled up in
The royal eyes and trickled down
The innocent cheeks,
How would it have, would it have?

Yasodhara, Yasodhara,
The heart understanding it not,
But the counsel consoling the broken self
As he has for the betterment of mankind.


Shivaratri

The Night of Shiva,
The marriage night of Shiva,
Shiva as bridegroom going to marry
And the party consisting of all,
Exotic flora and fauna commemorating it all,
Nature too partaking in the celebrations.

The bridegroom on a bull,
The yogi, sadhaka, fakira
With a trishula and a kamandala
Going, wearing the tiger leather loin cloth
And with the three ash lines on the forehead
And the sacred thread over the body to Parvati's house.

The groom irrespective of love for gems and jewels
Keeping company of tigers, moneys, bears,
Ghosts and goblins and winds going
After being unmindful of what the people say it about
With the snake around the neck
Rounded and the hair lying matted
With the crescent by the side of.

When about to be received, the royal guests
Feeling awe-struck and aghast to see the groom
Dressed as a saint, yogi, sadhu, fakira
With the hair matted, blue neck
And the snake rounded around
And they thinking within
As for how to receive the groom?
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