Arise Kalidasa.....Arise..
by Nuggehalli Pankaja
(Bangalore, India)
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Flowers in the air,
Thoughts in the stream,.
Mingle with the breeze
Floating in the boat of spring………….
Champak, Mallik,
Rose, Lotus, Jasmine
Wend their way
On the by-lane
Laid with fragrance.
Ripplets , wavelets, swanlets,
Sprinkle the sheen
With songs of love and life,
Here and far beyond’
Listless hearts throb with hope,
Lyrics linger-
Rainbowy……………….
Bestirring twigs dry
To sprout-
Garlanding skyline,
Fairy—like…………..
Isn’t it Chakora cooing,Wooing
Nydilae waiting?
Moonless cloud
Glimmers with gold;
Starless sky
Shimmers like silver.
Yamuna awakens
Spreading her curls for Krishna to dance;
Kaliya flees in fright;
Gopis rush in Swaying around
Like strings of flowers,
Around their prince-
Gopal of GOKUL charming.!
“Play on thy flute my Lord,”
Beseeched Radha
To him now seated stately
On the blue now pure.
“Long since I heard thy song…
A night gone………”
“Nay Radha, this night, it’s too divine,
For me to break the spell
As of bygones;
Disturb me not………..”
“Then how,“
With impatience woman-like,
Queried the gopis,
“Will thou this hour pass?”
“Krishna looked at Radha,
One glance was enough
To savour his desire.
“Store this inspiring
Joy-borne night
For all time to come, Oh Lord!”
Pleaded she fervently.
“Etch it in the mind
Of nature
To gift it to whomsoev er she pleases
Betimes……. “
Then did Krishna,
One with nature blended,
Flute thus, in that mood
Of ecstasy -
“ARISE , ‘KALIDASA, POET DIVINE
OF KALIYUGA ‘ nearby……….
BE BORN through this dance
Of myself and Radha--- spiritual union,
As our gift-child to the universe;.
Weave all these curls of Yamuna,
And blossoms of Gokula-
,
Bosoms of gopis,
With this flute-like pen
I lend……………
Waft them through each
Cloudlet,
String them
Into each heart-beat
Till…………………
Till kings and beggars,
Even Saraswati-Gayatri,
Forget themselves,
In that poesy
Of mortals—immortals alike,
ARISE KALIDASA. . . . . ARISE!