6. Parashar
I hated him for what he did to me
Never wanted to see him again
Never to hear his voice again;
But he's here, no gain.
"I am taking him with me
So I can teach him all I can
Sure, he'll live without his mother
But I'll be his father mother n' Guru
"to read and write he will learn
Name and fame he would earn.
With you he would be just a fern
With no color, no fragrance."
Took him away, sage Parashar
His cries vanished beyond the horizons
I was left dumbstruck
Unable even to utter a loud cry.
I was left dumbstruck Unable even to utter a loud cry- - - Amazing how few words are needed to describe the breaking of a heart. Or, perhaps a better word- -the rendering of a heart. You have the storyteller's innate sense of where to pause your story. 10
When my fingers start typing, my heart takes over and my mind often sleeps… And I cease to think. My finger just type through. Thank you Susie.
A well written episode written, which propels me to continue on my quest to discover more about this great story which encapsulates a lesson for all. May I quote... - - - - I am taking him with me So I can teach him all I can Sure, he'll live without his mother But I'll be his father mother n' Guru- - - - Such a selfless act. Thanks for a wonderful piece.
Sure, Jeanette. This is quite an intriguing story, narrated in the great epic. Not just that: The story of Satyawati lays the foundation for the entire epic. It is in this background that the story should be read. Thank you Jeanette..
Ever So Powerful! ! ! ! ! Heart Gripping! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing! ! ! ! ! 1OS! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++ Galore! ! ! ! !
Hi Becca, Thank you for following the series. Please do read on
Harsh decisions has to be taken for the benefit of the mankind but my heart goes to mother. Very touchy and stark reality... waiting for next episode.
Obliged Aarzoo. Men have their own ways of life. Never listens to the cries of a woman; does not care for her love for her child. Too selfish and adamant on his will. The question, whether he was right is doing so? Nothing fully right when viewed from the eyes of the aggrieved. Nothing is wrong when seen from the eyes of the perpetrator.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Satyawati gave birth to her child in the isolated island, unknown to the world outside! How would anyone, save Sage Parasharan, know of this? The sage had unnatural powers, so says the epic.