lunes, 26 de enero de 2015

Rejoice, Oh! Bharat Mata…Sathya Sai Is Your Bhagya Vidhata…

Monday, January 26th, 2015

…i took a stroll…
…in the still calm of the night…
…myriad moonbeams…
…enchantingly caressed me…
…with their marvellous light…
…it was late…
…not a soul in sight…
…i thought of my Motherland…
…i bent and touched her soil and sand…
…through my fingers as the grains did pass…
…it reminded me of an hourglass…
Legends and tales…legendary tales waltzed through mind…
…memories faced a twirling rewind…
…daring men and women…
…brave heroes and many a heroic anecdote…
…unsurpassable courage…integrity…
…loyalty ever so hallowed…
Oh! Indeed in the gilded pages of history…
…how charmingly India glowed…

Just then i spotted a shadowy figure…
…cringing in a corner of a catchment area…
…on the far end of the road…
…so scarred, sorrowed, swallowed and hollowed…
i quickened my pace…while my heart did race…
…who could this be…?
…how could i help…?
Though i rushed to Her side…
…and applied all possible might…
…i couldn't pick Her up…
Looking up at me feebly…
…She uttered haltingly -
You can't lift me up single-handedly…
Your strength, my child, is not enough…
…when alone it is always tough…

Oh! Mother, why are You here by Yourself…
…in the dark…
…visibly suffering anguish untold…
…surely You must be famished, worn and cold…?

Her garment had the flag colours…
…though somewhat frayed, torn and faded…
…with time, tests and trials terse…
…reflected events extremely adverse…
Her shabby appearance…
…revealed the throes of what seemed…
…akin to a terrible curse…
Was i face to face with Mother India…?
…i did wonder…
If so,
What had reduced Her statuesque form…
…to this crestfallen state…
…Her value negate…and values abate…
…and Her sprightly spirit so completely desecrate…
As Her children…
…weren't we…
…each one of us responsible for Her desolate fate…?
Poverty, pollution, politics, population…
…selfish pursuits, greed, malice and aggressive division…
…always signified a calcification…
…an erosion of what could be a united nation…
Could we leave Her in this state…
…should we look the other way…
…when we were responsible for Her deflated fate…?
Surely it's never too late…
…Her self esteem to reinstate…?
To Her bedraggled shape can we not relate…?
After all what does a Mother want…
…besides the cherished desire…
…that Her children should love one another…
…be there for each other, live in kindred harmony…
…and…
…as a caring family understandingly integrate…

Alone, i couldn't do much…
…so i sat down beside Her…
…and gently did Her touch…
…hugging Her…i held Her close…
…i couldn't stand helpless…
…and watch a Mother dejected and morose…
…especially when…
…as a populace…
…our egocentric actions…
…had made Her stoic composure decompose…
It certainly was time to open all closed doors…
…to introspect, regret, atone and show remorse…
From our duties and responsibilities…
…as citizens of this wondrous Matrubhumi…
…this land of ample and plenty…
…we had regrettably steered way off course…
The 'freeze' on awareness…
…compassion, amity, selfless service…
…needed an instant release…
Upon the Mother's precious countenance…
…must we allow even a single wrinkle or crease…?
We visit exotic countries…
…then, greatly impressed by the spotless environ…
…the homeland we often do scathingly compare…
…yet, do we really care…
…to keep our heart, hearth and earth clean…
…are we in any remote manner doing our share…?
An intense sentiment arose from the core…
…and i heard myself say -
Oh! Mother India…incredibly dear…
…for Your well-being i earnestly pray…
…seeking boons and benedictions for You…
…through each Cosmic Ray…
…on the exclusive occasion of our Republic Day…

From deep within Her bosom…
…arose a woe filled sigh…
Softly murmuring reassurances…
…i tried to wipe…
…a forsaken Mother's tears dry -
Hush, dear Mother…
…our insensitive attitude…
…we will posthaste try and modify…
…and our callous indifference attempt to rectify…
Hush, sweet Mother, please, please do not cry…
Do i have to remind You…
…that the playful waves of mighty Oceans…
…lovingly touch Your Feet…
…and thus their waters purify…
The majestic Himalayas form Your crown…
…glistening snows, wondrous flora and fauna…
…that bejewel Your persona…
…and thus…
…their existence they do…
…beautify, sanctify…
…and dignify…
Rivers, forests, sandy deserts…
…hills and valleys…
…fertile fields and plains…
…minerals and metals…
…do Your ample wealth further amplify…
Sages and saints, wise men and those devoted…
…adore and worship You…
…their invocations perennially adorn You…
Presently their pleas will joyously fructify…
Rise, Oh! Mother…
…with that which is by and by bound occur…
…what is ere long destined to be…
…as a natural consequence of…
…the Lord's Spoken Word, Will and Glory…
You must Your hope and faith once again fortify…

Oh! India…transformations will take place…
Your children will unify…
Vande Mataram will once again be a roar…
…and Maa Tujhe Salaam…
…will be sung by over a crore…
So too, will Jana Gana Mana with utmost reverence…
…resound grand…
Oh! Maa…surely You understand…
…for Their Divine Advent,
Avatars have chosen Your sacred land…
And…
Beloved Bhagawan's Presence and Essence by far…
…eternally embraces Your earth and aura…
…shaping Your destiny…
…ever pleased and eager to bless and empower…
The Infinite One…God Himself…
…the Embodiment of Supreme Truth…
…the Ultimate Absolute…
…is here…always near…
…showering immeasurable Grace…
…from His everlasting reservoir…

Smile, Mother India…
…for He…the Primal Being is the Lord of Your destiny…
There will be wonder filled moments and…
…many an astounding memoir…
…soon time will reveal a dazzling aurora…
…a golden era…
So,
Rejoice, Rejoice, Rejoice…
Oh! Bharat Mata…
…Sathya Sai is forever Your Bhagya Vidhata…