IN SEARCH OF A WHITE HEART
(Collected Poems)
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Menonim Menonimus
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CONTENTS
(In Search of a White Heart)
To My Motherland
Corn-field
My Prayer
Riddle
Hajo Hills
Standing on the Sharaighat Bridge
Ode to Monsoon
My Native land
To My Motherland
Turn to
Devotion
Gauhati Hills
Affliction
Minstrel
Land
Radha in Search of Krishna
Kalidas
30th October
The New Comer
A Message
A Shepherd’s Song
With You I Climb up
To Muse
A Stranger and A Beggar
Ode to Indian Poets
Love Knows no Bound
My Mother My Muse
Sati Jaymoti
Paying off Debt
Man
Desire
Maid51
Moon
Divinity
Question
Motherland
My Love My Rainbow
Child Krishna
No Peace in Thee
A Love Song
For Love
To the State of Nature
Why
Divine Soul
Yester-night
I’ll Die for the LIving
In Your Love
Love
My Abode
Devoid of
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In Search of a White Heart
(Text)
For My Motherland
When my freedom is at stake, my mother,
Let me be the true son of the Indus Valley
Let me stand against thy foe, thy enemy
Let me stand beside my native brother.
Bless me with a sound mind and body
With the light of the stars, let my heart shine
With thy love let my breast fill up again.
Invigorate me to overthrow thy foe, thy enemy.
If my heart does not ache, my soul does not pains
For thee, to keep up thy freedom, thy chastity
Let me die this very moment, efface my entity
Let me be a true son of the Indus Plain. 0 0 0
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Corn-field
My mates wait a while here beside the valley
Let me enjoy its trembling breast with golden rice
Under the green sky let me hear the divine voice
The fringe of wheat toss about is joy really.
Wait and let us enjoy the bed with green grass
Look at the hares leaping, the sheep grazing mildly
Hear- the white snow falls breaking silence wildly.
It is our heart’s heat, source of ecstasy much.
Friends, open the door of thy bosom and let enter
The strange silence, divine beauty into thy heart
Let us be beautiful with them effacing dirt
Let this joy and beauty remain preserved forever. 0 0 0
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My Prayer
O God, Source of Eternal Light, enlighten my heart
With thy gracious light: the source of wisdom
I’m amidst dappled dark and in sandy desert
Let me sour up to thy Eternal Kingdom.
O God, the Absolute Sovereign, delve my mind
My soul and heart to appreciate thy greatness
Within thee let me take shelter, be kind
And endow me with thy solemn meekness.
O God, the Immortal Love, let my eyes see
The objects that forever a source of beauty
Keep me away from the things of thee
If not created for us- soft and velvety.
O God, the Eternal Emperor, let my ears
Listen to the calm, still, message divine.
The voice which still mankind has to hear
Let our heartless heart be dirtless and fine.
God the source of Love, all things let me love
As thou love all or as a mother loves her child
Let me love the stars and the sky that move
To all things make my mind kind and mild.
Let my tongue express, oh my God Omnipotent
The tones and songs that you love and desire
Let my lips pronounce the untold tale eloquent
It is my prayer by thy grace let me inspire.
O the Omnipresent Everlasting, make my lust
Desire which forever divine and humanely
Keep my carnal desire away from mere crust
If my love is base, mean and not heartily.
O my dear God, make my hand and arms
Embrace that you like me to embrace
Let me not approach to that cause harms
And enlighten my dark cells by thy grace. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
Riddle
O God, the Lord of Lords, thou art noble and just
But seems to me a riddle as the March’s crust.
Art thou just only to the heartless and to sinners?
And cruel and unjust to the good and pious?
The world shows thou art indeed so much such
Brotherly bloodshed on thy earth proves thee to be thus.
If thou art not so and I’m in the wrong
Then why our killers are amid joys and songs
And the pious are bereft of their rights
Why are they away from thy grace and light? 0 0 0
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Hajo Hills
After a long twelve years, I’m here again
Amidst wild trees and bower
Again I’m amidst joys and pleasure
Those cause my heart to swell up, o my dear.
Again I’ve heard the blue bird sing
I see the grey rabbits hopping
I see the red fly in a flock flying
And the stream flowing rippling.
Again spring comes to my heart
With all its beauty and mirth
How the green Hills embrace me
With heartily love makes me glee. 0 0 0
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Standing on the Sharaighat Bridge
Long days the weary world was on my head
Aching heart was full of sorrow and pain
Barren was my heart without grace of rain
I was dipped in sighs and sorrows and I bleed.
Now here I’m on the Sharaighat Bridge
Under my feet river Luit flows rippling
Leaping, hopping, dancing and singing
The swans are swimming on its edge.
It is dawn the sun is about to rise
With a brighter rays, light and heat
To enlighten the world driving away the mist
The birds are singing: how melodious the voice!
Now no pain, no sorrow and no woe I have
My poor heart is rich with all the wealth
All my years’ ache and agony now melts
I’m happier and from poverty I’m safe. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
Ode to Monsoon
Monsoon the Queen of wind
With divine bliss
Compelled to bless our land,
With hands and feet
It comes and meets
The dry soil in choir band.
With its moisture and rain
Grows new leaves to grain
Falling down the sere leaves,
A palatable music
It does mimic
After whimpering bees.
It causes leaves to sing
With a melody divine
To replete Nature with joy,
What not more it imparts
A joyous tone it engirds
And makes Nature a playful toy.
The plants bloom with flower
The birds sing in bower
To all new vigour come,
All the gloom of winter
It drives away not bears
And sing songs on drum.
Sear apparatuses nature changes
With a pair of novel ways it gazes
Adoring herself as a bride
Spring the willful invokes,
The cuckoo, sparrow, the cock
The fountain to its way glides.
Certainly immortal thou art
Life not death thou bearst
Keeping kind living for ever
Blow please in our heart
Bless us with new art
And new spirit let us bear. 0 0 0
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My Dear Native Land
That is my native land where I’ve born
The land tends me with heartful affection
For my land, my heart weeps when she gets pain
My heart swells up when the battle she gains
The trees of which give me air and breeze
The sweet honey is given us by her bees
The land is dear, dearer and dearest to me
For fuel that provides us with woods and trees
Her rivers and springs glide sweetly
Adding joys, pleasure, to the store of beauty
This is our land for whom we are proud of
Say: how can we keep from her bosom aloof?
The land is forever mine- the land of ancient glory
Bless me, my Lord to keep my land holy. 0 0 0
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To My Motherland
Oh, my dear, dear motherland
Let me die in thy lap,
Let me take birth again and again
For thy love to have.
Let me fly like a bird
From hill to hill,
To enjoy thy majestic mountain
Let me not fail.
Let me bloom like a lotus
In thy lake and valley,
Let me shine like a moon
To enhance thy beauty.
Let me blow like a sweet breeze
From east to west,
Let me flow like a river
To serve thy people best.
Let me gather honey as a bee
To sweeten thy drink,
As a rose let me bloom
In thy river’s brink. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
Turn To
O obstinate, sensitive, whirled ears
Be dumb, neither give ear to nor hear
The music that brings unto me
Amorous lewdness, vain glee.
Don’t let me heed to the feigned melody
Keep away from flattery entirely
The cursed damned sweet sound
This chases our heart as a hound.
O, Soul! Turn to the music Heavenly
That comes down to pious heart constantly
From the abode where lives our Lord
Endless ecstasy His music to us affords.
O cursed ears don’t be whimsical
Turn to what is truly musical. 0 0 0
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Devotion
Make haste, go to Him and say
Deeply I love Him nay
But with a devoted heart
Bow down to Him in mirth.
Make haste, go to Him and appraise
I’m blind with tears and sighs
Committing blunder on His faith
Forgetting the creed that was said.
With all my strength I weep and cry
To mundane joy bidding goodbye
Merriment on Earth is foolery and fraud
Spiritually I’m still in the bud.
Vain is all, weary is the world
I’m mad to rise up to my Lord. 0 0 0
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Guwahati Hills
Friends, how steep the hills are
Look ahead how beautiful they are
Every atom belonging to the hill
Emits the rays of beauty if you can feel.
Look at the swamp full of lotus
Leaping and dancing like the stars
How sweetly they call on my heart.
Like the fashion goods of a mart.
Friend, look at your hind side
And give your eyes and mind
How forcibly falls the cataract
Oh! How joyfully they do act.
Now friend, look at the west
Turning your eyes from east
How the crimson sun sinks down
In the bed of Luit behind the mount.
Where is the painter, where is the poet
They can appreciate what we never get
For them, the world is full of beauty
Against all fouls, they lead an open mutiny.
O friend, had I been an artist
Or a poet, or a painter, or a playwright
How truly I would portray them
For joy and truth, not for fame! 0 0 0
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Affliction
When I was out of deep thought of thee
I was out of myself
My life and ways were not plain and free
Till I received thy help.
I was like a tree full of boughs and twigs
Beyond its patience
To bear the weight like a tree of fig
I was overloaded hence.
A worn-out shirt was round my heart
Full of dust and sin
That took away all my edge and mirth
I knew not what it did mean.
It was more like thought and thought
Without any solution
I tried my best to change nought
Because I had no motion.
Pain after pain afflicted my bosom
Clouds heaped upon clouds
I ate fruits and manna but proved venom
They chased me like a hound.
I ran and ran but found no shelter
Because I was far from thee
In every psalm, I did chatter and falter
Please thy grace shower upon me.
My chest was inundated with tears
Cursed by my wayward life
Oh! what not a pain I had to bear
Keeping away from thy benefice.
The entire world became darker to me
As dark as an adder
Nothing could I mark and see
Oh, what a woeful matter!
The stars did not twinkle in the sky
The moon did not shine
No bird did I see to sing and fly
For my sins done.
My eyes I myself did make blind
Committing self-done sin
Nothing could I see nor mind
Oh! I was sinners’ dean.
I come to know it is thy grace
By which I’m redeemed
Thought of thee makes me see thy face
Now I’m not blind.
How great and merciful thou art to me
Oh my dear, dear Lord
With a pious heart let me serve thee
O the gracious God.
Affliction ushered me the way
So calm, straight and bright
It is you who can sway
Overall being petty or might. 0 0 0
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Minstrel
O. Our Muse why art thou dead
Wake up again from thy grave,
Console us in sorrow and sad
Sing again- let our souls save.
When thou wert alive, song was in river
Melodious music was on leaves and trees,
Our souls got life listening to thy song dear
Thy song soothed all even the wounded bees.
With thy death, our souls have died
All our spirits have gone mute,
Would not thou wake up and ride
Oh! Wake up and play on thy flute. 0 0 0
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Land
Lands and lands are there many
As there are many rivers and hills
To our east and west
To our north and south:
The land of Morning Sun
The land of Golden Fleece
The land of Winding City
Many lands are there:
The land of Mid-night Sun
The land of Eternal City
The land of Dreaming Spires
The land of many Cockpits
But nowhere is a land like ours
Ours is the land of:
Tajmahal, Qutub Miner
A land of world-famed Red-fort
Where is land like ours?
With one-horned rhino, golden tiger
The land of the sacred river like the Ganges
A land of Earth Heaven
A land of kings like Purus, Vikramaditya
Asoka- whose powers and prowess
Made them matchless.
It is our land-
The land of sages and saints
The land of Dev Byash and Balmiki
Wherever I go the spirit of my land goes with me
And its image haunts me like a hunter
It is my land, a land so dear. 0 0 0
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Radha in Search of Krishna
“O my dear heart, my dear gold
Where art thou
Leaving me forlorn, leaving me alone
Where art thou?”
Thus sobbing, weeping and bewailing
Radha moves here and there
Being mad of love goes to the glade
Where she meets a dancing hare.
Kneeling to his feet, she enquires:
O tell me where my Krishna is
Oh! I must find and have him
I will die otherwise.
Going to Mother Ganges, she entreats:
Please don’t be dumb
Let me know where he has gone
O where is my Lamb?
Having no reply, she prays to the wind
Either tell me or kill me
Where will I get my Shaym
To be happy and glee?
The wind with a wink goes flying
That turned Radha eccentric
Then meeting with a mermaid, asks:
Where is my Kanai, please beck.
But having no reply from them
She goes to the deep woods
And there she fell into a trance
Waking up she found in Krishna’s lap. 0 0 0
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Kalidas
Why o our dear Muse Kalidas, India’s pride
Are you dead? Oh, no! At leisure, asleep
Get up, open your eyes and blow on your pipe
Our decadent India by your bliss let be bright.
Wake up with your graceful Sakuntala amid greens
With morning sunbeam on her face and forehead,
With sportive spring and autumn in dense garden
Bless us with your immortal verses and bless to read.
Since your sleep for years and years and days
We are deprived of your pen, ours are blunt
We have voices but not melodious and pleasant
Let us be invigorated by your bright beams.
You have the power to bless us with true music
Sweet, grave, sonorous with divine melody
As Milton blessed England and Petrarch Italy
Rise up and let us sing after your voice. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
31st October 1984
That day the sun rose so late with dim rays
The entire valley turned gloomy with its bay
The frost heaped- it became night at morn
Sorrows and woes to our hearts were born.
The birds ceased to sing their song
Pathetic was their mood and tone
The flowers in garden bloomed with tears
We knew not what meanings did they bear
The wind blew with a spear in her heart
The streets were buried under sands and dirt
At 10 a. m. she came out of her chamber
Many attendants and guards were around her.
As she approached ahead with a smiling face
O what a stigma on our human race
Like a volcano burst out a bullet
Straight to her heart, it did penetrate
Echoed the sound in our hearts without late
Our soul bleed that never abates
India’s pride, Srimati Indiraji is assassinated. 0 0 0
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The Newcomer
Let not the newcomer
Seduced by
The so-called civilization,
Let not wrap her in soft silk clothes
To beautify her fashion.
Let her keep away
From the paws of
The two-footed animals,
They will squeeze her
To the drops of blood
And will suck her to dull.
From the hand of a lion
There may have hope
To scot free at once,
But not from the sages
For their sports
They would make her dance.
No elm tree let provide her shade
To contaminate her
To perpetual hell,
Lust is a modern desire
That flames out from
The ringing of a church bell.
Let her live unknown, obscure
Let her breathe the wild air
Keeping away from your tower
No mansion she needs
To embrace your lust
Green woods is her bower. 0 0 0
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A Message
Go on after whom you are chasing
No frustration does feel in the heart
Hold on your quill and go on pursuing
I heard telling from Heaven through dark.
While I was laying on my weary bed
With thought of broken heart
Weeping for my verses that laid dead
My heart by the message been shaken.
And then I came out from my confined cell
And saw the stars twinkling and shining
Prefiguring my bright glittering doom
Then my soul with hope did swing.
Never bloomed flowers suddenly did smile
Then my heart with newer vigour did fill. 0 0 0
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A Shephard’s Song
Curse be upon them
Who drive us to poverty
Curse be upon them
Who mock at our misery.
Curse be upon them
Who ignore the creed of humanity
Curse be upon them
To the poor who show cruelty.
Curse be upon them
Who threaten the bond of peace
Our diversities that increase.
Curse be upon them
Who are full of feigned love
Curse be upon them
Who engulf more than they deserve.
Curse be upon them
Who lives on bribe
Curse be upon them
Who take honey, hate the hive. 0 0 0
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With You, I Can Climb Up
With you, I climb up the red hills
Every day, every morning, every night
We climb up and climb up, never fall
We gaze at the Khasi villages
Floating in the air, in the mist
Hoping to get our snatched away feast
But all have been lost and gone away
In our misery, we have to relay
And nothing else remains our mate
It is made our fortune, our fate. 0 0 0
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To Muse
Thanks to the Muse
Who governs the realm of song and music
Making our bards their voice melt and fuse
To wake up our souls with a loud shriek
Sitting beyond the clouds in far off sky
Whence send the harp of strings of thy.
Thou sent the great Kalidas
With lyre of golden strings
To create melodious songs much
Full of sight and visual imageries
In whose hand the woods got life
And soothed the heart who did grieve.
Thou sent thy ever gloried Pipe
To our prophet Ari Shankara
To attune the Bargeets and hymns
And also to reputed Madava
By whose songs this land was over flooded
And the east-west on their voices floated.
Thou the greatest of all Muses
Thou bestow on us song and joy
Thou provide us with Heavenly news
To sorrow bidding good-bye
Thanks to thee, the Muse highly divine
With thy same grace let me bloom and shine. 0 0 0
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A Stranger and a Beggar
A stranger through the long public street
Was going homeward from the weary town,
Wind thwarting wind blew, at play was fawn
The sun was about to rest on the horizon west.
The black-blue cloud was sailing over his head
As if it would fall down with storm and hail,
Leaves of trees were dancing in wind on hills
The red rays of the sun fell on the mead.
At once a beggar appeared in front of him
Dress was tattered; eyes were full of pathos,
Skin was sun-burnt, face was green like moss
He looked queer and somewhat grim.
He came in haste near the street stranger
A wallet in a hand, on the other a stick,
His voice was full of pathos but meek
“Give me a rupee”, entreated the beggar.
The stranger searched his entire pocket
And searched every corner of his shirt,
No, nothing did he find to give as a gift
Even a handkerchief to give, he did not get.
Out of shame and despair tears came out
At last, he put forward his hand to the beggar,
“Excuse me, excuse me”, said the stranger
Beggar smiled and said, “It’s also a gift lot.” 0 0 0
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Ode to Indian Poets
Indian poets, the glory of the world
The crown of civilization
Our homage and gratitude to you, our gold;
Many and many thanks
Like sands on river banks
Spreading, scattering new taste you did mould.
You over-flooded our land with sweet songs
With melodious song
With the light of morn
Creating laws, ways of life and thoughts;
With your inspiration
By your creation
Human race learnt to lisp sweet songs.
While you were alive, alive was mind
The trees could speak
The sea could beck
And a new world could find;
Searching every corner
The land far off and near
Gathered honey for us and for the whole kind.
In spring there were both rainbow and rain
Flowers did bloom
Was only joy no gloom
You drew them with care, with pain;
Hands were full of light
Heart full of might
Bound our hearts with love and co-feeling.
Today’s eyes you were not poets or bards
But true gods
Everybody did nod
There grew jasmine out of dirt and mud
With sweet fragrance
Spreading branches
Now we have poets without flowers and bud.
We are selfish, we have flowers without beauty
We are superficial
Stricken by gale
Dark is our world, the heart is gloomy
No bird sings
But only sighs
Our face we keep smiling without gaiety. 0 0 0
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Love Knows no Bound
Love is love that knows no bound
It chases after its objects as a hound,
Love is like a fragrant beautiful flower
Staring at whom birds spend all the hour.
Adoring outward charm and beauty
Is vain glory and short-lived futility,
It is like gilded gold, paper made of roseate
Forgetting true being and dear mate.
It is like the bloomed red lotus
To get it one must wet in water.
It is like far-off stars above head
We desire to have lying on mead.
Vain it is if pursued physical beauty
Forgetting true love to the Lord holy. 0 0 0
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My Mother My Muse
My Mother is my first great Muse
Though my mother knows neither:
What poetry is
Nor what literature is.
My mother is unlettered to the root
My mother- an ancient woman in modern age.
She knows not-
What does poetry contain?
What is poetic imagery?
Or what is metre or rhyme?
My mother does not know-
What is a letter, how words are formed
Or how sentences are made?
With which letter her name initiates
Yet she is my greater Muse.
In the whole of my mother’s life
There is not a single day
That she spent in memorizing a single word.
My mother does not know-
What a picture interprets.
Yet my mother is my Greater Muse
My ideal poetess.
My mother does not know-
What is called dance-
Ball dance, Disco dance, Bihu dance or Krishna dance.
My mother has happened to see a radio
But never listens to a word that it utters.
My mother does not know-
How voices are transmuted to a transistor.
My mother never beliefs-
That the earth moves round the sun.
She is firm in her belief-
That the sun moves round the earth
And makes day and night for us.
Yet my mother is my greater Muse
All the traits that I think a poet should have
Are visibly present in my mother.
She does not know-
What is a lie and how is a lie made?
My mother does not know-
What is bribery?
Or how to murder a child in brew?
My mother does never desire to be rich
In a single day or night
My mother does not know-
How to cheat, chide or make a quarrel with others
My mother is a simple woman
Lives simple without hankering after comforts of life.
If truth, simplicity, honesty are the traits any art
My mother is the highest specimen,
My raw materials and my sole inspiration. 0 0 0
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Sati Jaymoti
(1)
At morn, it was becoming night
A night full of underground dark.
All of a sudden the shining sun became pale
All the clouds piled over clouds
And deepened the darkness.
Thunder began with lightening over lightening
A storm blew in from the mighty Himalaya
A gale, a tornado and a hurricane began
from the Bay of Bengal
The trees were overturned boughs were smashed
The rural roads buried in hills and hails.
The mother earth burst out as a volcano.
(2)
“It is the royal order”, said the Chaudang
Reveal where have you sent your husband Gadapani?”
Sati Joymati said nothing.
She remained silent
Again she was asked and asked
But no, no word came out from her mouth.
Then Joymati after Lararaja’s behest
Carried on and was bound tight with a tree in the Jerenga Field.
The Chaudang asked her again-
“Where have your husband fled?”
But Sati Joymati uttered no reply.
(3)
Then whip of iron brought in,
With a tail to it and blazing fire on its end.
The Chaudang began to whip and beat
As he was ordered:
“ Whip her, punish her, insult her and torture her
Till she opens her mouth.”
Then whipping after whipping,
Beating after beating began
Fire was set on her hair.
Sati Joymati remained silent
Neither a piece of bread nor a drop of water
Was given to quench her thirst.
All the dryness and heat of the desert became visible on her
Yet remained silent, wanted nothing:
No food, no water, no rest.
Pearl-like tears coagulated and dried up in her eyes.
Blood flowed out of her limbs
As spring flows to the sea.
(4)
Sporting fawns suddenly stopped their play
The wild deers stopped to graze,
The hares shunned to suck up their mother’s breast
The Luit all of a sudden stopped to flow.
But silent was our Sati Joymati.
She neither cried, nor wept
But prayed in silence:
“Bhagavan, afflict me but save my husband
And free my motherland from the hand of tyrants.”
(5)
After fourteen days of incessant torture and affliction
Our Mata Sati Joymati
Took her breath last
And her immortal soul soared up to Heaven. 0 0 0
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Paying off Debt
Hazarat Muhammad, the Prophet of mankind
Has spent his sixty-two years,
Only one noon and night has to breathe
And waiting for Azrail to come near.
Then he calls on his disciples and said:
“If you have any demand from me?
Or anything has to be had or receive
Tell me fearlessly and be glee.”
This call spread far and wide like lightening
Or like fragrance in a swift motion,
But no, many came but demanded nothing
And said, “We’ve no demand, no accusation.”
When the noon past, night drew near
A man named Akkesh came,
He said as a complaint, “Yes, yes, yes
I have a demand to have.”
Muhammad called him near and said,
Pronounce your demand soon,
More he said, “If you have anything to have
Say soon, I will try to solve.”
“Once you had gone to a battle called Ohud
And whipped your horse”, he said,
“Yes, yes, yes, I had gone, I had gone”
Muhammad calmly responded.
Akkesh said, “Then you had whipped your horse
But the whip struck my backbone.”
Now my demand is that in turn, I want
To whip your bare backbone.”
Everybody present cried out, “No, no”
Our Huzor is about to die
Do not hurt him, please do not whip him”
Saying so, went Akkesh’s nigh.
Abubakkar entreated, “For ten times whip me
And save our Guru Muhammad.”
Omar stood to bear a hundred whips, and Othman
Stood to bear two hundred.
Hazarat Ali wept and wept and cried out,
“Whip me more than a thousand times
But save our Huzor, our Master, our Prophet
And all his sorrows let be mine.”
Muhammad with a smile admonished all his disciples
To be silent and not to bewail,
And said, “Let Akkesh beat me at my backbone
Repay my debt let me not fail.”
Hazarat Muhammad then called Akkesh nigh
Taking off his long shirt,
And giving the whip in Akkesh’s hand
Said, beat me and let me repay my debt.” 0 0 0
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Man
The bomb remains asleep
The battle breaks out
The heart of the poor poet wakes up
And touching the Earth calls upon-
We need redemption.
The poet’s eyes
Sharpened by time
Comes running
Takes off his tattered shirt
And says:
Let me have the bullets just into my heart
And save our brothers. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
Desire
You will come with the flowers of hope
In your hand
I have been waiting
To fill up my heart
With the fragrance of your sharp-edged flowers.
The whipping time have
Smashed the chambers of my heart
Now all is ashes.
You will come
And we together cross over the gloomy hours. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
Maid
When the bees, singing songs,
Fall upon the flowers
And embrace the petals
The rain of tears begins to shower
The air of sighs begins to heat the earth.
Had I been a flower! 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
Moon
Every deep dark night
Makes the poet remind
The talk of the moon-light
The poet is overjoyed
And forgets to realize-
Whether the moonlight in the sky
Or the sky is the moonlight.
Whether the poet is the sky
Or the sky is the poet! 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
Divinity
When
The sun would shine-
In the east
In the west
And everywhere
The darkness of the earth would fly away.
When
He would have mercy on us
And lull us with his love and light
We would take birth again. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
Question
Dark falls down
And
Encircles the earth.
But why-
A question arises in my heart.
It is still day
Then why does the sun set at midday?
I am brooding over
My past, my present
And moreover
What is to come? 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
Motherland
There is no talk pertaining to my motherland
Every man is my motherland
With their love and tears,
With their sweats and sighs
And with their bent haunches
Every particle of my motherland is dearest to me
I shall die if a piece of sands is insulted.
Every blow of the wind of my motherland is ours
Though foul or fair in smell
I’ll wage my lifelong war against him
That throws even an oblique look at my motherland.
My motherland is my respiration.
My hair, my dye
The mole upon my eyes
My beard, my mustache.
My tears and smiles
My motherland is my life, my struggle, my entire entity. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
My Love My Rainbow
Thou art my rainbow
With red, green, blue dyes
I rejoice at thee
I smile with thee
I know not-
Whether you see or not.
Thou art my she-sparrow
Always with me
At day at night
Flying, dancing and hopping
I sing with thee-
Whether you hear or not.
Thou art my fountain, my spring
Flowing, blowing, gliding to sea
I swim in it
But I do not know –
Whether you feel or not. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
Child Krishna
Why mother make anger with me
I am thy poor child,
Let me have some curd and honey
Then I will be mild.
“Krishna, I cannot give you much
I’ve also to give to your brother,
Be content with what portion you have
Be content with this, my dear.”
“Look at the sky how handsome the rainbow
Be temperate, be a good child,
Take the flute, play on it and take the bow
My dear be good and not be wild.”
“Mother, sure I would go to the field
But now kiss me little,
Otherwise, I will weep and run away
I am a child little.”
“No, my child, my heart, my bosom
Don’t run away, never,
I would love you, kiss you
I would love you ever.” 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
No Peace in Thee
No peace, no peace in thee, O Science!
Thou unite nothing but divide everything
From root to boughs, from boughs to leaves
From leaves to petals, from petals to veins
It is Nature that unites us in harmony
No artificiality is there, no diversity.
There is but only bare truth, naked truth
Science destroys all beauty, contaminates mirth
Only dissection comes out of thee
It turns our beauty to naked be.
Thy factories exhale poison to air
And make us suffer disease and die.
The entire world is turned black and grey
Full of foul air and trash if to say.
Science, goodbye, we bid goodbye
Go away, go away, don’t come nigh
Let us pure air take and enjoy
Let us leave thy faint colored toy
Let us play with the natural daffodils
Let us play and sing in the wild fields.
How lovely, how lively, how affectionate
The wild flowers- their touch make us fortunate
Let us welcome the green hills, natural lake
Full of beauty for peace and life’s sake
Nature, raise your hands and arms
Against the material, and industrial harms
And protect us and save our helpless soul
Defend us against the science foul. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
A Love Song
Life is not so long as long as love is
With you a million years I wish to live.
We’ve known each other so lately
Some days have passed to know us heartily
Why did we not meet since our birth as it seems.
Only days will pass, no hope will end
One day in the door of death we will meet
You are my all, the least particle I fear to lose.
Love is love if a pair can be as we are
A little doubt in love is enough it to mar
Come and let us embrace, the chance don’t miss. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
For Love
Come, come, my dear come and embrace
It is time proper to make our love.
Come and come it is the time to fly
It is time to enjoy the starry sky
Oh! Come embrace and enjoy love.
Thou the steady star in the sky north
We’re to enjoy the world together in mirth
Would you not come down to enjoy love?
Or remain where you are shinning
God help me, I’ll fly up to darling
But oh! If I had the wings of a dove.
Far is near if our love is pure as gold
Dear God! Enable me to fly uphold
It is love by whom all the stars move. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
To the State of Nature
No, I can’t live here amid clay of quarrels
Among high and low, ups and downs,
Here no heart can spiritually up swell
All are in a sad mood, no play of fawns.
Why should I need to contaminate my passion?
Heart’s hope, eyes’ desire, mind’s peace,
Here is only divide and reign and confusion
To bite one’s heart here is full of mice.
No true love here grows but feigned
All is seared, bleared, marred by tread,
Nothing mind’s content is here to find
None is safe to walk free on the mead.
I will strike my board and thence run
To the state of peaceful, blissful Nature
Everything is there to love nothing to shun
Getting true love the heart can feel mature.
I will build my hut of woods and grass
Beside the calm evergreen sweet lake
O, heart! Go there be calm, quiet, be hush
For some peace, and happiness’ sake. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
Why
Why is the fringe of thy saree on thy breast?
Let beauty glitter
Let the lotus bloom
Let the bee fly upon and suck honey.
Why is thy eyes closed?
Let the stars shine with thy light
Let the dark earth be bright.
Why are thy arms not ready to embrace?
Let the willow creep up to the tree.
Why are thy ears not hear?
Let the river flow ripple and sing.
Why art thou not mine?
Let thy thirsty soul drink juice and be quenched.
Why dost thou not come to me?
Let the stream glide to the sea. 0 0 0
N. B. This poem was first published in the ‘’Diamond Jubilee Souvenir, Hilapakri High Madrassa’’, 2004-2005.
In search of a White Heart
Divine Soul
Why should I need to seek the Divine Spirit
In the dark at deep night
Sitting under the starry sky?
Why should I need to chase after His Spirit
In the mountain peak
Under towering oak
Or in the silent forest
Among beasts and bushes?
Why should I need
To be gloomy and crest-fallen?
I had been a fool, blind
And heartless till this hour
Thank Heaven!
Just now I have felt and seen
The divine Spirit in me
Sitting in my heart in peace
That guides both my intellect and my feeling. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
Yester-night
The whole yester-night
I had the thought of you
Had you been with me in the same cot
What had not been happened to us!
How lonely we are within ourselves! 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
I’ll Die for the Living
Since my birth I’m alone
And today I’m bereft of my all-
From my mates and maids,
From my brothers and sisters.
I’m alone face to face with arms and war
I’m alone yet I’ll fight with all my might.
My heart is as hard as bronze
My hands are as strong as a fierce storm
My feet as bold as the Jupiter
I must show the world-
How cruel my heart is!
How kind my love to my land is!
I must be cruel to show my kindness.
I’m for men a hope, a frustration
I’m a breaker and a builder.
I’ll die for the living
I’ll be living for the dead. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
In Your Love
In your love
I’ve sunk down
As Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Had sunk under the flame of
Little boy and Fat boy.
In your love
I’ve become dumb
As Einstein became after his Relativity.
In your love
I’ve become mad
As Lord Buddha became
After he found out the path of Redemption.
In your love
I’ve become a poet with a tattered shirt
As Balmiki became after his Ramayana. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
Love
O, Love!
Where have you sprung from?
From heart
Or from eyes
Or from flesh?
I know not-
Are you an ever-mate instinct-
Divinely bestowed upon
Human soul, flesh and brain?
O, Love!
Where have you sprung from first?
From eyes?
No, I can shut up my eyes and forbid thee.
From heart?
No, I can admonish my heart not to seek thee.
From brain?
No, I can deviate my brain from thee.
From flesh?
I know not
Perhaps it is our soul, it is our life
It is our food on which our instincts live. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
My Abode
I shall make my abode amid the wild daffodils
Beside the lake where grows lovely lotus
With joy and peace my heart to fill
For my contents, the green woods is much.
The crickets shall be my musical pipe
The bumblebees shall be my dear drum
The flowers shall provide honey to my hive
To play with I shall have the macadam.
The butterfly will be my dear darling
To sing and leap and dance with
The cuckoo will be the minion of morning
And wake me up from sleep- it’s my faith.
The hilly brook and fountain’s rippling
Will be my all days’ song and music
Only calm and quiet and peace, no weeping
Where every object is full of joy, mild and meek. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
Devoid of
The sky is full of stars
Yet my heart is dark.
The garden is full of fragrant flowers
Yet my cells stink foul.
The earth is full of riches
Yet my belly is empty.
The river is full of water
Yet my soul is thirsty.
The land is full of forces
Yet there is chaos, bloodshed and death.
There are men and men
Yet I’ve none to share my sorrows
I’m alone, I’m alone
Wherever I go only my sorrows follow. 0 0 0
In search of a White Heart
The End of ‘In Search of a White Heart’
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