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Radha’s Song- A folk Song of India 2/2
Prelude
This folk song is based on the childhood incidents
of naughty 8-10 years old Krishna, who use to
please everyone of Gukul village, Gokul is the
place where the divine Krishna was brought up
by his foster mother Yashoda.
O, Please tell me, what should I do,
Speak a word, to extinguish my worries,
I cannot live, without seeing,
The alluring face of our naughty Krishna.
O, please tell my friend, how should I manage it,
What plea and excuse dear, I can tell in my home,
How to go back to home, without Gagariya and Chunri,
Even without water, which would create only difficulties for me.
Stunned and mesmerized, by the magic of our Krishna,
I stand here only, in a state of being sweetly robbed,
Instead of searching my Chunri and Gagariya, O Sakhi,
I am trying to touch his alluring image only, in the water.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 26 10 2010
(Protected under copyright provisions of Poetry Soup)
Clarifications:
*Radha. Radha was the childhood friend and was one of the most beloved Gopi of Lord
Krishna. She was the beauty, power and aura create the ethics of love. None of the
scriptures consists of the power to verbalize her beauty, for it is clear enough that when
beauty of Sri Krishna makes several hearts leave their boundaries, her beauty is so
mesmerizing that it makes Him loose consciousness.
*Krishna. Krishna is often depicted as an infant or young boy playing a flute as in the
Bhagavata Purana or as a youthful prince giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad
Gita. The stories of Krishna appear across a broad spectrum of Hindu philosophical and
theological traditions.] They portray him in various perspectives: a god-child, a model
lover, a divine hero and the Supreme Being.
*Gagariya. The earthen pot used still in Indian villages to collect water from river, pond
or wells.
* Chunariya. A long strip of cloth to cover the beauty of a woman. It normally hangs on
the bosom to cover them.
Punghat. Is the word used for a place from where water can be collected by village women
of India.
*Sakhi. Hindi word means female friend
In a kingdom afar
Dispute broke out and transfer
Through the land like wild fire
Then came an old man with eyes of sapphire
With wisdom that equals that of Solomon
Without delay he summoned the powerful, high and common
First to arrive was the Head, Hand and Leg tribe
Then came came Belly and Heart tribe holding plaque, war inscribe
"Your strength is in your diversity,"
Thus speaks the wise old man
"There has to sincerity
To coexist in this blessed clan"
The head Tribe grumbled and boast
"We play the best role so we deserve the biggest share,
Without my brothers mouth, brain, eyes and nose the tribe is unquestionably lost,
So if we ask for more it is thus fare"
"Nonse" Shouted the Hand
With a thundering Clap
"Unbelievable" barked the Leg clan
With a quaking stamp
"Selfish" belowed the Heart tribe
With a forceful pump
"Thats appropriate heart" screamed the Belly Clan
With a rumbling yup
Amidst the uproar
The old man voice's soar
Calming The Fury
That blinded their reasoning in a hurry
"Great men without vision,
Thy strength is in thy cohesion
A race without its head,
Associates with the dead
A tribe without its hands,
will only lag behind
A clan without its legs,
its first choice is to beg
A tribe without is heart,
Cease to enjoy breath
Its our belly that stores the taste of life,
From its bank we gather strength to laugh
A nation in turmoil,
Is never free from boil"
So the wise man verbalize
While they sat and gaze
"All leaders of all tribe
Hide not under ethnic patronage
For your show of intrest is only gibe
The cause of this strife is the result of your pillage
Inhibit your greedy bowels for a year
See if grasses won't grow in this desert
But I know what you all fear
That the commoners will get wiser if they have a sniff of your dessert
Which man will you spear that will not bleed?
Can a lamb survive in the mist of wolves?
This nation is in discord cause of your deeds
Your children are in safe haven while others in ignorance lose their lives
For the sake Of unity show patriotism
Shun ethnic jargon and favoritism
Uphold Justice
This land will know peace"
Form:
I AM DANCING ALONG THE CORRIDOR OF LOVE.
As I write to you, family and friends have started suspecting perhaps I'm suffering from 'lovecamia' that is, the problem of not being loved as coined by me in my dictionary of love, first edition. The sudden and strange attitude of mine vindicates people's thought about me. Of course, if I were to be one of them I would also think towards the same direction. Conversely, it is only those who are emotionally and spiritually gifted like myself would understand the fact that, when a tailed third is dancing in the middle of the road the drummer is always at the corner. Hnnm! Òreke, who will I tell that, you're the secret drummer at the corner beating loudly the 'akuba' of love for me to dancing publicly like a sales girl in an MTN promo show? I'm dancing along the corridor of love!
Òreke, as a matter of sincerity, the perceptual profile of people has totally altered about me. people are thinking that I have gone beseck each time I stupidly laugh when us I ought not to. Now their songs have changed! They're now thinking maybe I'm under the influence of charm or I'm under spell whenever I exhibit that grotesque deed. Well, it isn't their fault. With enthusiasm I still carry the blame of love on my head like a basket of apple. I repeat, I'm dancing along the corridor of love!
Òreke, the love I have for you keeps spreading like corona virus in the sinful country. Òreke, in the organogram of my heart is your love seated at the topmost like the managing director of first bank PLC. I value the dimple on your cheek that shows when you laugh the way Airtel values customers. The narrow path between your two incisors can be liken to Cape town express way in South Africa. Look! As 'sango' values 'bata' drum, so also I value the diction of your sonorous words each time you open your mouth approximately to verbalize your nomenclature (emi òrekelewa!) In fact, I'm still dancing along the corridor of love!
Ultimately, òreke could you please give me a gap-toothed smile? And also tell me 'Yes I Do' now! Otherwise I will continue dancing along the corridor of love. I solemnly vow.
©Abdulfatai Ayodeji
#the living poet.
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When it comes to PD
Even then I am a friendly poet, protected by God's loving levee
It's time to introduce myself, call me Linda or PD
Unless, you're in constant warfare for the dominance of poetry
Then by all means, express yourself retard-ly
Verbalize my name, in any which way you like
Call me The Poet Destroyer, when tapping the mic
All though many here know I'm more of a Poet Supporter
A comment crusader, a poetic hoarder
I have no shame in my game,
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And Maybe…….. ( for my Daughter Kether )
“And maybe” she said so vehemently
“And maybe these things just aren’t meant to be”
Her eyes so wild in her need so strong to verbalize a phantom thought
“And maybe dreams are just counterfeit
“And God and everything else
“And you wish and you wish for something else
“But what is there,
"Is there any proof of anything else ?”
“You think about stars and time and visions
“And all these flaming useless things
“And you are so busy looking for something else
“That you miss the point
“You miss your life
“And maybe, just maybe there is nothing else
“And this is all we have
She said and looked at me
Questioning those possibilities
Hoping I could see
What she meant
“And maybe between finger tip and lip
“And maybe between each other
“Our discourse and concourse of living together
“And maybe in honesty and strength
“To be courageous and alive, is all we have
“No matter what the realities
“Or the circling stars and the mind bending Galaxies
“What do you know ?
“And your life is all you know
“And the rest is just the rest, just theory
“Its not like the telephone, a dream which became a reality
“No, its just an abstraction
“But the truth speak to me clearly
“It speaks to me through the ends of my finger tips
“Through my lips
"I'll look for my answers and my dreams
"Inside these
“It tells me through my heart and my eyes
“It urges me through my wants and desires
“What point is there in any dream
“When living and life itself can be so fulfilling
“What point is there in believing in God
“If you cannot live your life, whatever your life is, without fear
“And maybe, just maybe
“This is all there is
And then she sat back and nodded to herself
As she saw her own point for her become clear
she looked at me
and her look said
"don't you see there isn't anything else"
( Twenty years old and already so full of wisdom, my daughter
and everyone who meets her; and everyone who knows her
has to admit that there is something uncanny
in the way she looks in your eyes
as if she is seeing the whole world )
Hi Dad, I miss you. I’m sure you’re very happy up there and all the prep you did while you were sick paid off in wondrous ways.
I’ve been thinking about our past and the good times you made sure we had along with the food on the table and the roof over our heads. I’ll never understand how you managed to raise six kids on your salary.
Communication was never a big thing in our family. Your funeral was a prime example. It was just a sad showing before the mass and then a quiet ceremony. I was so happy to honor your passing by playing deep glorious Gregorian chants as loud as I could to accompany your rising above the clouds. It was as close to a ritual as it was going to get.
What we don’t verbalize stays hazy, unexplored and undefined. Like you, I keep everything inside, I avoid conflict at all costs – overall this really hasn’t worked against me too much, the few times I exploded were not particularly winning outcomes. What’s the use? Teach someone a lesson? That never works. I’m just as happy being the way I am. It seemed to have worked out for you as well.
You were a good model for following your heart and what you believed in even if you knew you’d pay for it. It was the price of freedom and making your own decisions. Self-satisfaction was the ultimate prize. I’m just like you – stubborn to the point of making stupid decisions and not caring that they’re stupid. That’s the way we exercise our freedom.
If you can, I’d love it if you helped me to discover my life mission and what lessons I need to learn down here. One of these lessons must be to learn to make do with minimum money: as depressing as it can get, struggling does have its rewarding upside of promoting creativity.
Maybe you can also guide me in my prep for the big final trip.
I love you, I miss you. I’ll see you again some day.
Always your baby girl xx
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~A SIMPLE MAN~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on March 7, 2020
From Sunday to Sunday,
We work hard like the donkeys in sironko;
Moving to and fro like roadside vendors and hawkers.
Like the holy spirit has descended upon as,
The way it was on pentecost,we move up and down all day.
We go to the laboratory from the ward,
From the theater to the morgue,
To the store from the supervisor's office.
Thinking hard and keeping our brains in check,
We go to work everyday to save the dear lives of mothers and babies.
A blow of sadness hits our faces,
Whenever we lose one of them to death.
Regret fills our hearts for where we were negligent;
And we live never to forget that moment,
When,we relaxed on duty and messed things up.
Sometimes,a feeling of giving up kisses our lips;
And soon,when we are yet to verbalize it,
That we have given up and cannot try anymore,
Or that we are tired and clients should leave us alone, give us a break;
Sense overrules, and we return to our ethical boundaries.
We work,work,work;- like Rihanna sings.
We work and work and work till the work itself is tired of us;
But still,we work to save their lives; mother's and babies.
Pushing and screaming; crying and fighting,
Quarrelling and abusing us;
We urge her to breathe in,and breathe out;
To relax and calm down,and think not about anything other than her baby;
Whom,she has carried for nine months,
Persevering through the sleepless nights and pregnancy complications
Just to see her child become someone who will breathe and live on its own.
On the other hand,we desist from the temptation to slap her;
She can mean to be disappointing sometimes; you know??
A smile tickles our lips,and our teeth,we hide no more.
Sweat runs down our faces,but we forget to wipe it away, overwhelmed with joy!
The crying of the baby,is the joyful laughter of the mother.
It is the peaceful relief of the midwife.
Allover the world,that is what we do. That's our daily routine.
And For Supper Tonight...
The Missus Prepared Her Trademark Tortilla Pizza
Hmm...yum...after a hard
days night of reading Hebrew,
though I do not know a word,
nonetheless taking leftist to right
correspondence course tubby guru
hoop fully coaxing posthumous fame and glory
detailing mundane epistles about this Matthew,
yours truly indulged in delicious comestible eschew
wing noncombustible vegetarian ingredients,
asper supp pur ream culinary
innovative eats, she whipped up anew
(similar how mine late mum did construe
tasty dishes to buzzfeed famished motley crew),
anyway thee wife comprised something new
microwaved cooked, (the stove off limits),
yet savory extemporaneous hodgepodge
usually delightful originating predicated on Jew
whoosh heritage, sans unpredictable menu
within fount tin head,
where earlier this evening she drew
forth, the above titled nonpareil zesty
substantial adequately satiating
me tummy, which uttered
(rather incoherently) halloo
since supercalifragilous expialidocious impossible
mission to verbalize
with full mouth, relishing anew
analogous when just a whippersnapper,
viz teenage mutant ninja turtle lapping stew
wickedly bubbling cauldron warming Inuits igloo
thawing this adventure seeker,
when a mere hatchling shew
wing fearlessness, I unwittingly got shell lacked
(became nearly homeless) sent askew
enroute rescued courtesy Mister Magoo
aforesaid Eskimos he knew
nursed me back to health
shaman donned as a "FAKE" kangaroo
accompanied by apprentice
trumpeting on Taj Mahal miniature didgeridoo,
which nostalgic "FAKE" memory
spouse poked das man
i.e., dozing papa awake asking review,
regarding Tortilla Pizza comprising:
whole wheat tortilla, dairy free vegan cheese
organic mild salsa
meatless crumbles
cubed eggplant.
The candle light dances in the breeze.
It's calm and peaceful, feeling at ease!
Moments of sadness I can see.
Whilst looking at the candle; is this truly me?
The flame, shielded by the glass.
As to shelter it,
how long will it last?
Do I lead such an existence?
Am I lacking it's brilliance and persistence?
Do I emotionalize amonst it's luminescence?
Do I find haven among
its presence?
Questioning, wondering,
needing to know;
Solitude within its glow.
I wish to resonate its fight.
Against the winds that come to extinguish it's light.
I constantly stop myself.
Putting thoughts and emotions on a shelf.
I project anger and frustration
to those around.
In my words, I expound.
This is the only way; thoughts are released.
Helping me; indignation decreased.
I cannot verbalize.
I always externalize.
Making what is not real appear.
To the flame I wish to give my fear.
I ask for knowledge and understanding.
My own being withstanding,
everything that is set before me! Allowing myself to be free.
The flame ignites.
Screaming to remove my plights.
Have I reason to find concern?
In this life I yearn;
For balance; physical and emotional and psychological.
To discern what is illogical.
To again be who I was.
A fighter, strong with just cause.
Not this weak shell I have become.
A new year, a new life has begun.
As the flame I will push through.
I will stand up and construe,
what is false and what is true.
I will no longer bemoan
the unknown.
I will begin to trust what it is I am shown.
A new life arises.
Full of laughter, happiness and surprises.
The person I used to be.
Before afflicted with disease.
This shan't come with ease.
But know this;
I will no longer remiss.
I am Manon Peel.
Changes soon to come,
and this time....for real.
~mp (c)
Midnight musings:
Positivity is a key in life to seeing the best in things
Open the door and your see your world as it can be
No matter the happenings, take time to look at uplifting sights and activity
To stay focused and verbalize hopes, dreams and ambitions
To support, praise and encourage others with validation
Positivity is to take a moment to smile at strangers
To keep trying a little or a lot to get through things that happen
Even starting with a breath and a step, after a problem
It is to take action when you can and seek the best in yourself to share
To let go of the curse of complaints to yourself or to another
To try to be uplifting in circumstances of all kinds
To be willing to make changes where they need to be made
To be grateful for whatever it is, no matter now small it may be
To hold onto faith even in the hardest times when life feels upside-down
Positivity can be achieved in minutes and even with small steps
To make the effort to separate from the turmoil in the world
To keep trying, even new things that were never tried before now
Positivity can bring fulfillment to any kind of day, a flower, the sky or moon
It will shine the way through tears, pain, beyond obstacles in your way
Never let go of positivity; it is a light that shines within you
For your life to be worthwhile, special, all that you want it to be
Embrace the light and not let it dim, it can travel far, person to person
It is only negativity that will dim such a light for you and for others
Do not let yourself be consumed and clouded in that type of darkness
It will settle and be like quicksand, keeping all stuck in one place
The gift of life is wrapped with positivity; smile and open it now!
Heidi Sands
12/21/23