I.
On that divine-like hands and laps of thine, my grandmother, each moment I embraced the new learnings.
Well, in that tranquil Spring night when the wave of stars washed away my eyes, I cried for them to have in the small hands of mine. Since then, I learnt to cry.
In order to soothe my longing cry, thou hast sung me the rhyming lullaby and spreaded the formless form of smile on my face. Since then, I learnt to smile.
At that cooing rhythm of thy song; thou hast energetically swung me high and low in the air, whilst my body seems to have lost its weight so light. Since then, I learnt to get thrilled by the melody of song.
A feeling of overflowing on an edge of the wind has brought the word of excitement to my unawake mouth, ehh.. since then, I learnt to speak a word.
That morning, Aye, as I stood drunk with the golden dawn, the waves of my eyes swirled with the falling leave at the distant height. The very curiosity to catch hold of it has burnt my little heart. Since then, I learnt to curious about the things.
Slipping away from thy hand, I ran to catch the falling leaves. But O fie, I couldnst catch it! I followed its flight —but the wind took it farther away. My eyes couldnst reach to it anymore, as it gradually disappeared at invisible sight. Since then, I learnt to walk.
II.
I extend the words from that little heart of mine— and that's my deepest Adulation to thee, my beloved parents!
I know not how I've wandered upon the Mesh of age to reach this mile of oldness— nor dost I know how I've rushed on over the trouble obstacles I encountered each age.
Such little strange tale of mine evolved from thy ***** hands, my beloved parents!
In the kingly and queenly world of thine, I expanded on the rhythm of an ineffable joyance. I know not the bound— but surely I cherished the flower and its hidden honey thou hast bestowed upon me, from that holy adornment of thy hearts.
Thou hast attained all my childly cravings and worn a garland of smile to this sullen face of mine.
Thou hast taken care of me from all sorts of ailings. Thou hast given me the warm garments and never let my body ailed by the cold breeze in Winter and tanned by the barnstorming heat in Summer.
Mother, when the hunger ailed my stomach, I spelt out thy name and cried
In dissonant pitch.Thou hast given me a plate of rice. In the midst of night when the silence has spreaded its wings, the unrestrained thirst parched up my throat. I awoke thee— so thou hast given me a cup of water to quench my thirst.
Father, the most I must not forget about thee is thou hast shedded the endlessblood and sweat onto the earthly mud to give me this excess of life.
I'm grateful to both of thee, my beloved parents! Without both of thy presence,
I would not have made my life so far and so long.
III.
Mother, I've cried out the mighty tears
For one thing— and that's the signet ring.
I cried all the days and all the nights for that. I
Even refused to take the meals thou
Hast given to me from thy motherly hand.
Thou hast bought me the little play toy—
But fie, couldn't bring the harmony to these dissonant eyes of mine! The tears
Unseemly overflowed on its expanding Despair. I was a small and innocent kid,
My mother, as I saw that signet ring Glitter bright on the man's finger, it took
My eyes' captive away and made me
Oozed upon the mesh of longingness.
By then, I witnessed the tears in my eyes.
I knew not how to extinguish this burning
Agony of my heart— it seemed more Intense as the days passed. All of my
Energies lost to pale weakness. I seem To have had sleepless nights; tossing
And turning on the bed, overshadowed
By the ailing insomnia. I only wished to
Have it on one of my fingers, bright and Illuminating grace like a blue diamond.
It was thy love, at last, thou Hast given it to me on the final day
And cured the very tears of craving. I Heaved a sigh of relief since then.
IV.
Such a blessed land, have I ever taken my refuge!
Such a blessed land, is only my century-long home!
Thou art my home for the generation long, my beloved Motherland, how lovely thou art! Thou hast given me a fine place here to take a long and joyant abide.
It is my privilege to spend my life here, embracing the endless blessings of no bound thou hast bestowed upon me. The joy of course, I have cherished a fragrance of this very land, in ineffable bound of pride.
All that is hush and composed mountains that weave the picturesque sight; all that is rich and benevolent water that evokes the sweet taste like that of honey; and all that is earthly and never-fading mud that upholdest the living beings. O, I never knew I was used to them! Such is my luck!
My life flowers bright here upon thy heavenly garden; and now I'm able to furnish the beauty of my own within and out like Camellia. I wish my life had no bound and all my body and limbs were immortal, I would heave infinite steps of age, century after century, turning olds into new...
All that thou hast dispensed to me doth not belong to me, but I took it as holy blessing. Thou hast given me all thy shelters and stood before me shameless and bare. In fact, thou hast protected me from all trouble obstacles of sorts, such is thy holy grace, My beloved motherland!
Such a blessed land, have I ever taken my refuge!
Such a blessed land, is only my century-long home!
I am deepened down into the bottomless pride, for I am born to this land of kingly harmony. It's thy pleasure that indeed, I should be grateful to thee, for thou hast taken care of me till this age far. Such is my fortune!
What knowest others of thee? What knowest others the taste of that golden honey, so-thickly ebbs out of thy ***** heart that seems ineffable.
For me, thou art all that higher than the universe; and there's no above thee, such is thy strength! Thy love is an unattainable worth. I canst return thy love even though my life extend a hundred decades long.
It's indeed the sin to step upon the holy-like body of thine; but thou art receptive by nature, and such is thy holy grace; my beloved motherland, thou hast carried me these long years bearing all sorts of weariness.
Such a blessed land, have I ever taken my refuge!
Such a blessed land, is only my century-long home!
V.
Mother, the Emblem
of love.
A residence of the
eternal glory,
A supreme fragrance,
and the Utopian
idealist,
Gifted
one strong
existentialist beneath
the
cosmology.
O, the incumbent
mother!
Thou art an antidote
to our
daily
miseries— and a
song to our
timeless euphoria.
We are blessed
under
thy cosmic arm.s
It is said that thou
hast attained
a realm of love—
the unattainable
pinnacle
Where
we imbibe the
nectar of happiness.
Thou art
the eternal guardian,
A mirror-image to
celestial
soul
Where we art thy
shadows, the
shadows thou uphold'st.
Hiding tears behind
The eyelashes,
Putting a facade
of smile,
Thou equipped
Us with love
and care like the sun
nourishing
sunflowers.
O, the selfless
existence!
A remnant of the
pre-existed
mother-
The
''Goddess Devi''
We are grateful
to thee,
For always taking
care of us.
Without
thou,
my mother,
there is no concept
of Existence,
everything
is meaningless.
VI.
In this very fragrant and heavenly garden of thine, my noble king, I am one of the blooming flowers.
Indeed, I had luck to be grown upon thy garden; and I never knew I would grow rich in fragrance, it's only the blessing thou hast bestowed upon me as a century-long gift.
All that I am embracing is none other than the grace of light that showers richly from thy own kingly heart, and it knows no bounds.
This small garden of thine, for which thou hast immense love, lies at one periphery of thy heart.
Thou hast carried it against all the trouble storms and protected these long years. Each day, thou hast tirelessly worked to give the very harmony to this garden of thine.
That's how all the flowers have come to bloom of their own each, so bright and fragrant.
As the very petals of mine have touched upon
Thy majestic hands, it gave me the endless birth of pride at heart.
How fortunate am I to be grown
Upon this garden of thine!
Each morning, I awaken not just to bloom but to offer thee my fragrance in humble devotion, for thy timeless love and care.
VII.
At this age of thy oldness, my grandfather, as I touch upon thy supreme hands, these very intengible eyes of my heart break down in tears of adoration.
It's because of thy grandfatherly love and contributions I am offering the words to thee. Those words are of my heart and have been hidden and unslipped out on the edge of my lips to this very day.
Knowest thou the time before the break of vergin dawn....
Getting up early as 4 in the morning, walking upon the harsh meadow enshrouded by the thick dews, and getting the water from the distant away, bearing the cold touch of winter breeze.
Two jerkins full of water weighing thy hands heavy, no torch but walking under the grace of rich moonlight.
Ah, had it been today, I would've at least
helped thee carry one.
Boiling the water warm for our washing,
Cooking the rather-delicious breakfast for us, helping us wear the gho neat and clean, and reaching us all the way to the school on foot.
Ah, had it been today, I would've at least walked the school by myself.
Celebrating the pain of love within like a man of supremety, all the days tirelessly sweating and soaking in other's field, and earning the petty amount of ransom for our timely welfare and school stationaries.
Ah, had it been today, I would've at least worked by myself and taken care of my school needs.
Bearing the body heavy with tiredness, yet coming till the school entrance to get us. Wearing the torn jacket, folding the wounded arms tight, and waiting all alone at the gate thro' the passage of time, till the school hours over.
Ah, had it been today, I would've at least returned home by myself.
I wonder how thou hast passed half of thy life with us, my grandfather! Taking care of us all the days and all the nights
living in the small and ill- thatched camp wast challenging for thee.
It's by virtue of thy all-day and all-night presence, we've grown healthy and untroubled to this day.
VIII.
In this fragile land
abides thy coy
footprints unwithered;
and it seems that the
sweat thou
hast dropped
down, I would still find
there. I could recall thy
wounded hands healed
by the painful blisters.
Each day toiling in the
field; ploughing
beneath the scorching
sun, cutting down the
grass and feeding the
herd of
cattle,
and walking towards
the moorish hill in
search of the firewood.
Alas! No slippers on feet
yet enduring the harsh
sting of nettle.
Indeed, thou hast never
failed carrying out
thy duties. Thou hast
turned up each moment
wast special for thee.
In thine eyes I've grown
this age.
I shared
my love and joy with
thee and simultaneously,
I learnt to carry
out all the external work
and withstand the
pain. Although I've
come across the
endurance,
thy
continues guidance
has shaped my each
learning.
Thou hast made me a
master at rather
young age. I ought to
regard
thy fatherly
companionship
and
mastership. Today, I
could see change in
thee. The weight of
years has
overshadowed
thy
wandering age but
the fire within, thou
keepest bright and
unfade in thy heart.
That's why I still see
thee
labouring
at this age— despite
thy oldness.
All that I'm living
today is because of
thy endless
hardwork
and tenacity.
IX.
The only glory
heaven
that has ever
revealed to
my eyes is thee,
my dear
patria! How
could I forget thee
In the
passage of time.
Thou art mine
friendly
companion and
all that infinite
memories,
I have in one store
of my heart
today, have bent
forth since my
childhood
alongsides thy
endless play,
my dear patria!
How could
Forget thee in
the
passage of time!
I know, when the
time has held
my feet, I left thee in
speechless grief
for the
months long. But
surely I mourned
for that, as it
was my folly, my
dear patria!
How could I forget
thee in the
passage of time!
Over the steady
heave of months,
the
uneasy flake
enshrouded the
terrains of
mine heart, often
troubling me to
weave upon
the mesh of time.
Thy mystic
love now and then
ebbed my
being in silent
utterance.
All that pictures
gleamed before
my eyes
were of the fragile
land where I reside,
the graceful
mountains and
gorges that often
caught my
gaze, and the
buoyant dwellers.
Not only that,
the tastes of those
fruits and the
clean water have
haunted
my taste bud.
And now all of my
agonies have
settled calm, for I'm
back and
shalt lose myself
in thy majesty, my
dear patria! How
could I forget
thee in
the passage of time!
X.
In thine sweet
farewell, my
beloved teachers,
my eyes burst
out the tears in
silent
grief—
for our years of
flowery union
in the school have
faded with the
passage of time.
Our teacher-student
love was deeply
and utterly rooted
under
the
substratum of
hearts. Unseen yet
surely a felt relish.
We enjoyed
the days through
learnings and
experiences.
Together,
we rushed against
the stony
obstacles and
vicissitudes of life
and thrived
under the gracious
illumination
of education.
Not only that, in
our unlawful
conducts were thee
the masters behind
to uphold our
immorality and
make us grow
with
rich
ornaments
of discipline. Thou
hast well treated
us— indeed good
and humane as
though
we
wert thine own
sons
and daughters.
Thou hast scolded
to us at our
undone homeworks
was
varily
right on our part,
I claim
that for otherwise
we wouldst not
have
grown
and
reaped the sweet
fruit
of an academy.
Thus, we shall
regard thy
unwavering care
and mentorship
done to us in all
our stay in the
school.
The
unrevealed
light of knowledge
thou hast
revealed in our
sky, shall guide
us through
the
passage of our
lives. More
importantly, the
sweet fragrance
of love that
ever sweetened
our lives came
fom the garden
of thine own
hearts,
and
'tis going to haunt
us here
on. I claim that.
With this, I pen
off and I wish
my verses would
reach
to thee
someday. Fare
thee well to all
my kingly and
queenly teachers
and it's
uneasy
at my heart to
leave thy
kingdom on
its lonesome.
XI.
O monk, the
worthiness
of this long-sleeved,
wide and dark,
saffroned
robe.
I, the byfarer, ever
walk
to thy lonely
temple to seek
blessings
from thee. Wouldst
thou lead me in?
For I've
no sins nor scorns
in my heart. I've
withered
the hues of sins
and scorns to the
glanceless
colour.O monk,
before
thou
leadest me in,
let me not forget to
bow
down my whole body
at thy holy feet.
Thou on
the edge corner of
thine alter
hall givest me the
warm floor to
rest my body.
Thou takest out the
beads. Ready
for chanting
prayers and
songs. O monk,
shall
I join thee or keep
my mouth
all shut and tight in
silent listening.
Ah, such is thee
and thy
costless bliss, love,
and nobility are
divine
attributes that
I ever aspire to reach.
Thou offerest the
millions of butter
lamps
for me and for all
kin beings around
and
across this din
world.
Ah, when I
leave from
here,
let me not forget to
extend
my deepest
gratitude
alongsides holy
reverence.
XII.
It's thy mystic lamp that
casts its immortal light
of love in
our sky. It is our pride to adorn
our
lives with colourful ornaments
of happiness,—
woven in the garden of thy
heart. O noble Majesty! On
this small shore of the vast
sea, we
live in harmony of unity.
The fruits of joy reap
along our fields through
the keen song of thine love.
Thou art the divine
musician whose kingdom
rests upon the reed bed
of melody.
Sweet serenity abides
inside the halls of thine flute
and along the strings of harb.
These mortal lives dance,
synchronizing with thy play.
And our hearts
embrace the wings
of obeisance and touch upon
thy feet with utmost Love and devotion.
XIII.
It's my pride to adorn these crown jewels of flowers to my heart, woven along the gardens of my life.
O, love of my life! Thou hast shone through the mirrors of tears. Thou hast shone through the strange vales of fears. And thou hast shone through the dissonant melody of death's flute.
O, love of my life! I never knew that it was thee and thy love. When thou camest by the threshold of my door, I scorned thee. And when thou camest by myside and toucheth upon me, I cursed thee.
O, love of my life! Yet still thou left me not. Thou hast given me a vortex of strength at heart to break through and against all barriers that bound my way. Thou hast given myriad births to smile upon my face to withstand grief and anger that come by flood of mob deeds.
O, love of my life! I never
knew that it was all thy mystic gifts of fragrance came from
the flowers of thine own heart. When I realise today, ah, it was thee and its endless love. Now, the only assurance that bursts before my mouth is speech of gratitude— with love
and reverence, in return.
XIV.
Beloved motherland— I prithee, weep not when I part forever
from here, leaving thy beautiful land. A heaven-like garden,
graced by the thousand colours of
flowers and immortal ocean of fragrance with which, I would bathe my whole life with pride,—
for I shall never be back.
I may long to return to play upon thy cordial laps, yet I may not find
the way to reach there.
Therefore, I must pour out my gratitude from the well of my heart,— for thou wert there before me, dawn till dusk of my life, like a
rhythm of the flute.
Ah— when I first came into
thy world, I came with empty hands.
I came bare and naked, and knew not the shame. I knew
not who I trully was, when I saw myself in thy mirror.
I felt so lost
and so strange, when I had
nothing with me and none around me. Thus, the first air thou gavest me to breathe, was the
fragrance from thy own garden.
The first water thou gavest me
to put in,
was the milk from thy own breast that gave me the pleasure of wine. And the first refuge thou gavest me to take respite, were thy own laps.
I am fortunate to have been born in thy land of queenly love.
I doubt— how shall I leave from here, leaving thee all alone!
A poem love and gratitude.
