My Lost Legacy

My Lost Legacy At the land’s end I stand, like my ancestors of Indus-Valley Looking for my lost legacy, while the tri-sea emitted in hue Dishes once prepared for celestial wedding but poured in adieu Into its mouth, as sand, shells and beads, in repeated dilly-dally. At the land’s end I stand, like rishi Agastya, who captured Whole River in his rage, once stood here on mission to level Peninsula Bharat as world converged for Siva’s marital revel In Himalayas; if crow marooned his rage, row my riches ruptured. At the land’s end I stand, like Parasurama who in a sober mood Once wielded his axe pushing Arabian Sea to make a land, lush With peppers, heating even snake Vasuki to vomit in holy blush; If paternal command made his matricide, fratricide pursued our feud. At the land’s end I stand where once stood Ramakrisna’s disciple After stirring conscience of world in Chicago; beyond here was held Assembly of great litterateurs ere the second was in temple city held; If ocean immersed my land and literature, emotion forged our typal. At the land’s end I stand still, as hands of time forever pull sun From eastern bay in its zeal of morn, only to push it down western Sea sealing day on its rolling wheel; legacy once to powers western I lost; I seek once again, striving with vigor tirelessly like the sun.