Ramprasad Sen Poems
- I'M Sick Of Living Mother I’m sick of living, Mother, ...
- Come, Let Us Go For A Walk, O ... Come, let us go for a ...
- Call Out Kali, Kali Just think of it, Mind – No one’s ...
- Tell Me, Brother, What Happens...
- Meditate On Kali! Why Be Anxio... Meditate on Kali! Why be ...
- I Drink No Ordinary Wine I drink no ordinary wine, but Wine ...
- Once For All, This Time Once for all, this time, I have ...
Ramprasad Sen was a Shakta poet of eighteenth century Bengal. His bhakti poems, known as Ramprasadi, are still popular in Bengal—they are usually addressed to the Hindu goddess Kali and written in Bengali. Stories of Ramprasad's life typically include legends and myths mixed with biographical details.
It is said that, Ramprasad was born into a Tantric family, and showed an inclination towards poetry from an early age. He became a disciple of Agamavisha, a Tantric scholar and yogi. Ramprasad became well known for his devotional songs, eventually becoming the court poet for the king Krishna Chandra of Nadia. His life has been the subject of many stories depicting his devotion to, ... more »
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I'M Sick Of Living Mother
I’m sick of living, Mother, sick.
Life and money have run out
But I go on crying “Tara, Tara,”
Hoping. You are the mother of all
And our nurse. You carry the Three Worlds
In Your belly.
So am I some orphan fallen out
Of the sky? And if You think I’m bad,
Remember, You’re the cord connecting
Every good and evil
And I’m a tool tied to illusion.
Your name can blot out fear
Of Death – so Shiva said,
But, Terrible One, You forget all that,
Absorbed in Shiva, Death, and Time.
Prasad says: Your games, Mother,
Are mysteries. You make and ...