Dear Organizer :
Read about your Sept 16 poetry event in
DNA , with the theme
“ Conflicts “
I submit my poem below , based on an ancient Indian legend , and written
some 47 years ago
My other poems can be viewed at :
With Regards,
hemen
parekh / Andheri
(
M ) +91 - 98,67,55,08,08
Vasavdatta
In
the dark night
The
storm was raging ;
And
so did one
In
the depths of Vasavdatta’s
heart
.
For
, at the yonder end of
The
bridge ,
- Which like her heaving
Bosom,
Swayed
over Sipra’s
Turbulent
waters ;
Her
lover stood in wait ,
Singing
a tune
On
his melodious flute ,
That
made the restless night
Still
more .
Hasten
Vasavdatta ,
The
time was running short ;
And
with gentle steps
Thru
the courtyard
And
the guard less gates
She
made her way –
Though
her hair hung loose
And
the cheeks were smeared
With
kajal .
Oh
, such a terrible night !
She
shivered in the
Clatter
of rain –
Plodding
her way
Through
the flooded streets ,
She
came to the outskirt
Of
town ;
“
I am coming to thee ,
My
love “ , cried she ,
“
Play no more the tune
That
drives me wild “ .
But
lo ! what strikes her feet ?
Holding
her breath ,
In
lightning’s wake,
Saw
Vasavdatta ,
A
smiling face !
“
Who you ? “, spoke she ,
“
In this dreadful night
And
with what delight ,
Are
lying on the ground ? “
Slipped
words
From
the stranger’s tongue ,
“
I am Upagupta
The
Sadhu ,
Who
has made a shelter ,
Of
star-studded sky ,
And
usually finds
A
bed of grass
To
rest a dreamless night “ .
“
Forgive me , O Sadhu ,
For
touching thee with
My
feet “ ,
Begged
she ,
“
And for the night ,
You
my guest be “ .
“
Not tonight
Vasavdatta
.
He
who waits for you ,
Shall
have his time ,
But
I promise you
To
come sometime ,
Farewell
till then “ .
And
the time fled swift ;
For
one full moon night ,
As
a gentle breeze blew
On
Sipra’s waters ,
Walked
Upagupta
Across
the bridge .
And
on the same spot ,
Where
they first met ,
Found
he Vasavdatta ,
Ailing
to death .
Whispered
he to her ,
“
Look Vasavdatta ,
I
have kept my promise “ .
“
Touch me not
My
Lord ,
Touch
not this leper ;
My
sins must take their toll ,
The
disease is deadly
And
my hour is come “ .
“
And so has mine “ ,
The
Sadhu spoke ,
“
I have promised you
Vasavdatta
,
And
so shall this be
Our
night “ .
“
The stars are twinkling
The
bells are ringing
The
fragrance floats
On
the westerly wind.
The
heaven is whispering
To
the earth below ,
As
I play the flute
You
join me with the song ,
This
is our night.
Our
last night “ .
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10 Aug 1970
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10 Aug 1970
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