Krishna is about to fall asleep, hush!
His lotus eyes now opening,now closing
Long lashes now meeting ,now parting
Rose bud lips now curving in a smile
Hush! Hush! Hush!
Krishna is about to fall asleep.
Not so fast, oh, Northern breeze
My baby had a long day today
Blow just right,
Neither too cold,nor too warm,
My little one needs rest.
He had much work to do,my Krishna
Pots had to be broken
Butter had to be smeared
Tails of bright-eyed calves
were asking to be pulled
Steps had to be climbed
and plants in the front yard
had to be played with, so hush!
Hush again you naughty breeze!
And, over there in the sky, through the
Eastern window, is that you Chitra?
I’ll keep this window open for you
and your other sapphire-star friends.
Take turns to see my little one
And behave yourselves!
For, when he opens his eyes, you’ll
find his eyes brighter than the
brightest of you, don’t you dare gasp
It might give my little one a body ache.
Wait, who let you in, you cheeky waft
Of fragrance?
Didn’t you have
Enough today with Krishna?
You can play with him in the morning
Now, be a good jasmine creeper
Pull your fragrance away
You might hurt his tender nose.
“Mother” whispered the jasmine plant
through her soft fragrant waft.
“Mother, I come not to disturb
the little one, but to see you.
The woman who has penance
enough in her books,
Who gets to stroke those tiny feet everyday.
I too have a little penance in my book
Mother, today was the best day in
my short jasmine life
For, those little feet touched me!
Yes! Krishna kicked me
With his tiny feet!
The very feet the Vedas are Seeking
The touch of which liberates
Man and beast from life’s dream!
The touch of which the
Sages are praying for.
Yet, he chose me ,a lowly jasmine creep!
With one kick he showed me
Who I am and who he is!
This will do for me, mother
Even if I have to come back
a million times as
plant bird beast or man
This will do.
Glory to you, mother,
Glory to you.
As the fragrance of jasmine left
Yashoda fell in to a soft slumber
Which the next day, as a dream,
She’d vaguely remember.
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written by deshika, 2011-01-05 01:02:39
I hope the silence speaks --- cos I can't
Many thanks
Deshika_
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written by narensomu, 2011-01-04 22:44:28
Thankyou for the kind words.
Once again your comment proves that the reader's response enriches/enhances the perspective of what is written.
Oh No! I do not need to get in to contact Krishna. He contacted me on his way here!
I had not thought of this angle.
Yes, the plant sounds proud too.
Both the plant and the human are souls that are neck deep in divine nectar and they react to it differently.
"Mallika "who is after all a plant ,she is rooted to one place and can' t move if she wanted a darshan of the divine child.
She could only send her fragrance and wait.
The divine child who had come to bless the entire World through the very blessed cowherd village went to see her instead.
Warm regards
ns
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written by partha, 2011-01-03 22:25:43
Yashoda, brimming with pride as the only Krishna's devoted mother guardian, keeping every one away so her precious child can go on with his beauty-sleep!
The jasmine, brimming with pride too, because the lotus feet of the only Krishna had voluntarily sought and touched her, while thousands upon thousands went after the same pair of feet for their salvation!
Oh No! I do not need to get in to contact Krishna. He contacted me on his way here!
What magic your Krishnabhakti has breathed into simple English words, dear Narensomu!
Shall await your Margazhi paavai dish.
Regards. Partha.
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My apologies first for this very late reply.
Thank you for the kind words. Vatsalya bhava is a good and often easier place for female sadhaks to start from I feel.
Looking all around, it is always deeply touching to see the faces of young children that perhaps reminds us of things we have left but can still reclaim...
Warm regards
ns