When the wind played with the mulberries outside my transient residence |
The
wind played among the foliage
Bringing
down the mulberries prematurely.
The
wind comes from the heavens
Where
games are cosmic and frolicsome.
Give
me a Sougandhikam, bring me the delight;
But
I’m no Draupadi and there’s no Bhima in sight.
Some
quests are fated to die before they’re blessed,
Some
quests are obliged to clash with other quests.
The
mulberries seemed infinite in their potential
And
sprouted more and more fruits the very next day.
The
wind whispered in cosmic frolic:
“When
everything is lost, is real freedom found.”
Note: Draupadi saw a Sougandhikam
accidentally fallen at her feet and demanded more such flowers. Bhima, ever happy to please her, went to
fetch them. He crossed mountains and
forests and reached Kadalivana, abode of Hanuman.
I completely agree with this: “When everything is lost, is real freedom found.”
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