FINDING THE MOTHER, sathyanarayana [the red fox clan TXT] 📗

had vanished like the Moon eclipsed
by Rahu, into that tenebrous 2 dale.


70. Inside her foul entrails the valorous ape
had gone berserk and tore the giant with claws;
emerged unscathed out of her carcass, as
the saints and sages watched his feat agape!

71. Under the showering blessings of the celestials
went on and on, increasing his acceleration
now high, touching the infinitum with zeal
then low, peeking into the ocean; Hanuman.

72. A length of hundred yojanas he crossed
The Son of Winds when sighted timberline.
Descending while he found that island green
with fruiting trees, herbs, shrubs and outspread grass.

73. He saw Lanka and South to it, Mount Malaya;
an isle of gardens it’s with flourishing verbiage
with gushing ocean waves and lakes at vicinage;
tall trees and swirling long rivers’re inspiring awe.

74. He looked at himself once and mused
“The Rakshasas may get confused
on seeing me and pay some heed
to my gigantic build and speed.”

75. So thought, he shrunk in size, that protean ape
and gazed with keen regard, at the landscape.


Imprint

Text: sathyanarayana
Images: Rashtriya Sanskrit Vidya Peetham, Tirupati
Editing: sathyanarayana
Translation: sathyanarayana
Publication Date: 03-16-2012

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Dedication:
DEDICATION Some power made me write this epic, grand; Unknown, unseen, beyond the human ken with harsh commanding wand, but loving hand. A sweet toil it’s; to wield, perforce, my pen. Eyes closed and wide open I looked around to find that force; that covert Providence. I tried to feel that sacred form; hear sound and smell His fragrance; oh my nescience! Then tried some nice guesswork. Was that my Ram, my Mother Sita Pious or Hanuman? Did Saint Valmiki fancy English fame or Narada, the epical showman?! To Him or Her or that real Omniscience I dedicate this work with love, immense. sathyanarayana