Your Padmawat

Poetry should I,I writeOf the cobblersMending shoes,Of the washermenWashing clothes,Of the rat-catchersCatching rats to live on,Of the drummersDrumming,Of the palm juice-sellersBrewing juice,Of the chandalsGuarding the burning ghats,Of the scavengers and cleanerScavenging ad cleaning,Of the watchmenKeeping a watch over,Of the boatmenSailing the boats with the rudder,Of the fishermenFishing in ponds and rivers,Of the falconersGoing for a…

of Manasa and ShitalaI see themwith awe and wonderand utter astonishmentMa Manasa and Shitalalooking alike,but beautiful,wooden-craftedand olddating long back to.

For you,The old year is passing,The new is on the anvil,Just you take the bouquetOf red rosesWhich I have for youAnd with a warm hand shakeI wish you,Happy,Happy new year to you,To you!

Said own,Everything but went off,Turned intoJust the asthi-kalasha lay it hangingBy the peepul treeOn the river-bankWith the navel and the ashesTo be immersed into the holy watersAnd thereafter started the process of pinda-dana,As for the shantih of the bereaved soul,The spirit flown off,The maya’s body still breaking,Memories and reminiscences making them break downTo feel what…

Russia, Canada, Ukraine,Sweden, DenmarkSinging the snogsOf Rama,Rama and Krishna,Hare Rama, Hare Krishna,The pupils of Krishna Movement,Krishna Consciousness, Global Krishna Consciousness,Lost in bhaktiWith rapt attentionSinging, dancingAnd going,The Krisnites,Iskconites lovefulFull of prem, bhakti and devotion.

How to unravel it,The myth of life,The myth of the worldAnd creation?Myth,The myth so olden,The myth of lifeAnd the worldAnd the history of creation?The three ash-lined sadhuWith a red spot on the foreheadSeated under the treeMeditating,How to tell itThe myth so deep within?People moving to MansarovarIn search of SivaAnd the swans flying,A landscape so pious…