Satyawati -08 Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
Satyawati -08
8. The Vyaasa
Memories of my little Krishna
Haunted me all night and day
However did I try to keep them away;
I lived on, hoping to meet him some day.
But Parashar kept him away from me
Though regularly his news reached me
Made me happy, for by the age of six
He had mastered Sanskrit well
Was able to recite, interpret
And explain all the scriptures
He had already become
Far more famous than Parashar.
A child prodigy. I was a proud mother.
When he was still a child
I heard he was working wild
To compile the scriptures
Into heavy coherent Vedas.
Four compilations he made
Together called the Vedas
The scripts that were guides
To lead a life as Gods wished.
Rigveda, the book of hymns and verses
Yajurveda the collection of yajna mantras
Samaveda, the repertoire of singers
Atharvaveda spoke of rituals and medicines.
They called him Veda Vyasa
The Compiler of the Vedas
Revered by all, still a little child.
I wished to hear him recite.
I wanted to be worthy of him
A worthy mother of a revered sage
No more a fisherwoman!
Not any more!
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They called him Veda Vyasa The Compiler of the Vedas The separation has bared the fruits. the child is blossoming into well mannered well versed sage. Indeed proud mother. Im enjoying reading. Waiting for continuity.
Hi Aarzoo, I am elated to see you following this series. And for penning down your comments. How do I thank you! ! I have just posted two more poems in the series to show how grateful I am. Obliged..
Wow. I was waiting to read satyawathi 8 Nice to hear abt Krishna as veda vyasa Really proud and lucky mother to have such a gifted child
Thank you Rini...For your time and the sordid opinion. Your words prompt me to go ahead..Obliged, ..
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I would like to translate this poem
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Oh my friend... beneath the surface of those lines lies the yearning heart of a mother for her wise little boy because a boy always needs the soft touch of a mother's hand....10+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Very nice to see you on ph again. Your new poem is wonderful. Thank you Susan for taking time to revisit this series and offering such comments of appreciation. Obliged.