Forming in the fire
She stopped!
Many similar visions she saw
Many such bodies burning bright’
Some in the name of fidelity,
Some for loyalty,
Many such more for courage
And maybe more for honour.
Standing in the fire,
She waited
Viewing the hazy hands
Folded in supplication
And stunned in awe.
A crown bowed in gratitude
Arms opened in awaiting
Standing the fire she saw
Glimpses of stills
Varied and unknown
Separate beads of the same chain
Maybe…
A hand with bows
A head bowing low
A laughing dice
A pain so slow.
A woman benign
Eyes so bright
A darkness glowing
In the blind sight.
A blue light
And a soothing smile
A gentle hand
And the seamless flow
Covering her dignity
As she sunk slow
Standing in the fire she saw.
Green forests
Magical ponds
Beautiful flowers
Ever ready pot.
Home and hearth
Love and pain
Alluring men
All together again
Monsters fought
Jealousies fraught
Burning anger
Actions of blunder
Dark arenas
Giant bodies
Good and bad
Fighting hard
Rolling flesh
Royal mess
Subdued man
Dharma’s cess
Love of many
Varieties galore
One with the mace and one with flower
Fish’s eye, speared red
Death beget
a bond in bed
separate fires
bathe in for each bier.
Standing in the fire she saw!
Yet one glow
The coat of gold
The eyes on fire and the
Hair so wild
The hand so steady
The bow so strong
Glowing white
Beckoned her from long
Jumped she out
The fire left behind
The visions difficult
She did not mind
‘My daughter’ said
the Bowed crown.
Delighted squeals
Broke all frown,
"‘Jagyanseni’ you are my dear
Coming out of the ritual fire"
‘My daughter, my redeemer
Come to me O deity
Your parents craved for your nativity’
Standing outside the fire she saw
Many more fires building anew
Knew she that was the walk
She needs to take
in this New
world of stake.
Standing outside the fire she saw
The burning fire within her raw!
(Poem Copyright Reserved @ mridula das)
