7. The Pilgrimage
The silent cries of my heart
Reverberated in the whole island
Even birds fell silent
Butterflies stayed away from flowers.
The fish in the lagoons stood me guard
Without winking an eye
As did my father, all day and night
But my eyes never dried, nor did his.
One sleepless night, he said
"We are leaving in the morn
On a pilgrimage, know not where
And when would we return"
That is what we did. Proceeded
To Hrisheekesh. Then to Badareenath,
Kidarnath, Kaleeghat, Varaanasi, Puri
Rameswara, Gokarn and what not.
When we finally we returned
I was able to forgive Parashar
In spite of all he did to us
And start my life afresh.
As always...... so eloquently written and yes... a piece that keeps you wanting to go on to the next :) - - -When we finally we returned I was able to forgive Parashar In spite of all he did to us And start my life afresh.- - - Full points here and beyond.
Thank you Jeanette, for reading the series and posting very insightful observation. Please do continue reading and favour me with your inputs.
Very Heart Felt! ! ! ! ! Tearfully Powerful! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ..... 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++ Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing! ! ! ! !
Time and Spirituality is the biggest healer The journey has helped her in coming to terms with reality... Glad she is learning to come to terms with life. One more beautiful write. Can't wait for next poem.
True Aarzoo. When troubled we seek for the safety in His lap. His loves heals all ills.
Good to hear that she was able start a new peaceful life and forgave that cruel sage, .. Enjoyed reading
Hi Rini, Thank you for following my series and reading the new posts. And posting your comments immediately thereafter. Deeply obliged. Very happy to note that you enjoyed the poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you again for the Vocabulary- it helps me follow along better. One sleepless night, he said / We are leaving in the morn / On a pilgrimage, know not where / And when would we return- - Sometimes I think we leave on a journey not knowing where it will take us everytime we get up in the morning. Sometimes the day's journey is good, sometimes it is bad. 10 for this, Storyteller!
Thank you Susie for your kind words of appreciation. I just wanted explore how the MOTHER in Satyavati survived the loss of her child; how she earned her resilience!