This is based on a popular Indian mythological story. Every night I used to go to sleep listening to the same story...now I have turned it into a ballad
Sage Narada was restless and edgy
For at peace with itself was the universe
Free from demonic wars and many an angry curse
The Sage wondered; "Whose heart to break?"
"Whose anger to flare?", "Whose resolve to shake?"
"Narayana, Narayana" he chanted
An idea had his mind just entered
The great destroyer Shiva, the lord with the blue throat, Dakshinamurthy
His consort the pious, powerful Parvathy
Along with their sons two, Kumara and Ganesha
Were relaxing on the snowy slopes of Kailasa
"Narayana, Narayana"
Chanting thus, arrived the Sage Narada
The fruit of knowledge he had in hand
The fruit that was coveted by every creature in the ocean and on land
"Greetings to the great Lord Nataraja
Greetings to the mother who took the form of Annapurna
Greetings to you dear Skanda
And to you too elephant faced Gajanana"
Addressing Shiva he said, "Lord of the three worlds, this is the coveted fruit
I beg you to give this to whoever you think is suit"
The great lord contemplated
Knowledge is not something that can be measured
With great deliberation he said,
"The fruit will be given to him who tours the universe and returns ahead"
The notorious sage chuckled
His wish had been fulfilled
Immediately Kumara set out to with determination as strong as a rock
On his majestic vehicle the peacock
While the big bellied Ganesha
Stood there and smiled at Narada
Everyone wondered how the flabby child
With a vehicle which was a mouse wild
Would compete with the resolute Kumara
Who had already disappeared from Kailasa
Ganesha then with hands in reverence folded
His parents thrice, circumambulated
The universe rattled
For with true knowledge the boy had battled
With no hesitation in his mind
Lord Shiva with pleasure blind
Gave the glowing trophy
To the lad who had just proved himself worthy
"Oh great sage, the ones who created me
The ones who breathed life into me, nurtured me
Who spent each second in my concern
Who, didn't between their stomach and mine discern
On whose sleepless nights my security grows
By whose grace my face glows
Are to me equivalent to the universe
And saying so I end this verse"
Poetry by Rijutha
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Written on 2011-05-12 at 13:16
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The Ballad of the Fruit of Wisdom
The greatest mischief maker of all mythologySage Narada was restless and edgy
For at peace with itself was the universe
Free from demonic wars and many an angry curse
The Sage wondered; "Whose heart to break?"
"Whose anger to flare?", "Whose resolve to shake?"
"Narayana, Narayana" he chanted
An idea had his mind just entered
The great destroyer Shiva, the lord with the blue throat, Dakshinamurthy
His consort the pious, powerful Parvathy
Along with their sons two, Kumara and Ganesha
Were relaxing on the snowy slopes of Kailasa
"Narayana, Narayana"
Chanting thus, arrived the Sage Narada
The fruit of knowledge he had in hand
The fruit that was coveted by every creature in the ocean and on land
"Greetings to the great Lord Nataraja
Greetings to the mother who took the form of Annapurna
Greetings to you dear Skanda
And to you too elephant faced Gajanana"
Addressing Shiva he said, "Lord of the three worlds, this is the coveted fruit
I beg you to give this to whoever you think is suit"
The great lord contemplated
Knowledge is not something that can be measured
With great deliberation he said,
"The fruit will be given to him who tours the universe and returns ahead"
The notorious sage chuckled
His wish had been fulfilled
Immediately Kumara set out to with determination as strong as a rock
On his majestic vehicle the peacock
While the big bellied Ganesha
Stood there and smiled at Narada
Everyone wondered how the flabby child
With a vehicle which was a mouse wild
Would compete with the resolute Kumara
Who had already disappeared from Kailasa
Ganesha then with hands in reverence folded
His parents thrice, circumambulated
The universe rattled
For with true knowledge the boy had battled
With no hesitation in his mind
Lord Shiva with pleasure blind
Gave the glowing trophy
To the lad who had just proved himself worthy
"Oh great sage, the ones who created me
The ones who breathed life into me, nurtured me
Who spent each second in my concern
Who, didn't between their stomach and mine discern
On whose sleepless nights my security grows
By whose grace my face glows
Are to me equivalent to the universe
And saying so I end this verse"
Poetry by Rijutha
Read 520 times
Written on 2011-05-12 at 13:16
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