Poems

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Dear Bhakthas,

 

 

I thought I will share the following episode with all of you. My

 

eldest sister,Smt. Hemamalini Govindarajan, is fond of composing poems, in

 

praise of some aspect of Perumal. A few weeks back, she informed me that

 

she had mailed a copy of her poems (two) to Jeeyar Swami at the Ahobila

 

Matham. I was shocked and my first response was that of an irate person,

 

and got in to an arguement on how she was not considerate and was putting

 

to waste the Jeeyar's time, or anyone who happens to read it. So, in short,

 

it was not a pleasant conversation. Last week, when I called her back, she

 

had the biggest surprise for me. As I understand, she received a reply from

 

none other than the Jeeyar Swami, and our Achraya was more than pleased

 

with the poems. When she related this to me, both of us were nearly in

 

tears. I for one was always under the impression that we should not waste

 

our Acharya's time with things that one considers

 

trivial/petty/insignificant. Little did i know, that our Acharya is

 

accesible and he truly considers and guides us in what we do. (It comes as

 

no surprise that I was wrong, as usual). There is nothing greater than

 

pleasing one's Acharya, and I truly envy my sister for being showered with

 

the grace from our Jeeyar. In a way I am also envious of Smt.Radhika and

 

Sri. Venkatraghavan (I am sorry if i forgot others), for writing poems that

 

fills one with joy. I consider it my privilege to be related to my sister,

 

and a honor to post her poems on this site, and I ask for forgivance, if I

 

have made any errors in typing (I am a single-finger typist and am ashamed

 

of my typing). I submit the poems to you..

 

 

 

 

"Oh Trivikrama"

 

 

 

Oh Trivikrama! The formless one holding the Pranava Prakriti

 

The Cosmos The Collosus

 

Oh Trivikrama, The Growing Deity Dainty and Daunting, Mighty and

Microscopic

 

 

 

Oh Trivikrama, I'M Told I Hail From Thee, Don't I

 

I'M Told My origins Are Yours Too, How Sacred I Feel

 

I'M Told You Abide By Me And In Me, How Divine Am I

 

 

 

Oh Trivikrama, Thy Feet are Invisible I'M Told

 

No No I Say, Thy Feet are Enshrined in My Heart Head and Soul

 

They Aren't Invisible, Jus'Veiled I Know

 

 

 

 

 

Oh Trivikrama, You Spoke and Asked For Space

 

Traversing Space Creatures and Cosmos All Thru

 

Implanting Thy Feet on Honourable Mahabali's Head

 

Blessed is He Who Carries Thy feet on Their Head

 

 

 

Oh Trivikrama, Was it Vatsalya, Saulabhya, Sousheelya

 

That Made You Claim Thy Creation As Thy Very Own

 

Were You Blessing the Devas As Well

 

 

 

Oh Trivikrama, Blind am I, I Haven't Envisioned You in Me

 

Wandering Wastrel Am I My Thoughts Float Away from Thee

 

Weird Am I Still Shy Away From thee, Help Me

 

Oh Sharanyan!

 

 

 

 

 

The second one...

 

"Mahavamanan"

 

 

 

The Charming Boy so Miraculously Ethereal

 

Walking a Leap a Pace

 

Rustling Sparkling White Dhothi Hugging Micro Waists Gently

 

Wooden Sandals Running To Keep Pace with the Walking Wonder

 

The Grasses Charmed Gather Up Folding Their abode, The Trees Green and

Small

 

Uproot Themselves Silently Follow By

 

Droplets Ripplets Rivulets Stream Lakes Rivers Change Course and Follow On

 

 

 

The Breeze The Wind The Fragrance The Bees

 

The Flying Ones Zoom and align

 

Eyes Glued on the Beauty Thats Him Follow On

 

The Stones The Sand Rocks Hills Dales and Valley Slide Up Craning their

Necks

 

For That One little Glimpse of This Mortal of A Boy

 

 

 

Alas mortal eyes Riveted but Envy Took Over

 

No Man Woman or Child followed

 

 

 

Trailing Behind the Mahavamanan The Retinue Wondered Who is This

 

Our Saviour Path Bearer Guide or Mayaii

 

Oh Its Pleasant They Knew To Simply Follow Him So

 

Mahavamanan Similing All Thru Sheperded Them

 

In A Silence of Harmony As of the Maha Yogi.

 

 

 

I sincerely thank all of you in taking the time and having the patience to

read thru.

 

srinivasan