What Language Breathe Thee O’ Chitravathi…
Friday, May 17th, 2013
Rarely we see a poem pulsating in nature’s perfect tune…As a stream flowing silently by the night in ecstatic swoon…Catching up with the mood of Holy River Chitravathi, that earned the rarest heavenly boon by being the ‘playground’ for the Avatar’s Divine Sport, narrating her current plight, Sri Satish Kumar Dua writes poetically silently praying to the Holy River, Mother Chitravathi to rise once again in sovereign queenly rage…Sri Satish Dua was formerly President Of Sri Sathya Sai Seva Organisations – Haryana, currently serving the Sri Sathya Sai Central Trust, Prasanthi Nilayam in its extended Drinking Water Supply Project.
Begotten to the Harlhareshwar Hills north of Nandidurg,
Sibling to Pinakini bow of Nandeeshwar, the presiding diety
Who else than Shiva Himself could bless thee urge
Lisping little ears, the auspicious Chitravathi
One step down Nandidurg started a journey
One drop to another add up to a lake
Up and down, straight now turney
As water rushes down to make
Silently steadily collecting into Mylavaram fill
Embracing for travel together now Kushawati
Placid, exploring, humming, honing rock and hill
What language breathed thee O’ Chitravathi
Cajoling, Cooling, Caressing in Cascade
Bubbling, boisterous, swish and splash
Invigorating one who dare it wade
In mirth and laughter saw you flash
Friend to all fauna and flora
Fearless seated in your lap
In singsong chirp with an aura
Rainbow wings when they flap
The Sun-rise glisten in your water
Reflecting light in myriad way
A process of photo synthesis cater
To growth of plants at break of day
Moon at night casts its image
On the transparent lens of lucidity
Twinkle brightly the stars lineage
In majestic theatre of sublimity
Peaceful tranquil as it still
Invite all human, bird and beast
Come unto me; bend have your fill
Drink swim, squirm not the least
When you breathe in calm
And slowly slyly shyly glide
Blowing a breeze of cooling balm
On lookers float on air ride
Shining crystals with the first sunny ray
The cradle of soft sandy bed
From night’s toil unto dream, rising each day
With hope of Lotus Feet to be held
In the distance, echo Suprabhatam
‘Chitraavathi Thata Vishaala Sushaantha Soudhey’
Smilingly it muses; recital of its own mahatam
What beauty in cosmic vibration at break of day
Proudly then thou flowed flaunting the treasure
A nature’s gift of Liquid Love
Quenching thirst, irrigating crust beyond measure
With soothing ambience from heaven above
It is only since a couple of years
You have become circumspect
Listen you now with searching ears
Do we recite what we meant
Always a home of beneficence
All are welcome as they please
To wash or dig without a pretence
Patiently resigned as you tease
As strangers settle and thickly grow
Stealthily throw all dirt and paper
Be it you to feel the floundering flow
A caution wrapped in sludge by sapper
Now home to microscopic matter
Forced to foul pollution cater
Mute to answer; closes eyes
The innocent fish when it dies
They need my hollow to fill in muck
They plough my bed to grow their fodder
They pollute my water to make a buck
Contaminating poor me; with foulish odour
Helpless, handicapped no hands no feet
Struggling to find my right of way
Crippled to walk or beat retreat
Blindfolded in my own creeky bay
Alas, Mother Nandeeshwari, I could retrace to Thee
But only the blessed gift of nature in a stream
Can’t turn back ‘what language now thou breathe O’ Chitravathi’
Your course is land locked, voice choked to even scream
Be it you to read, colour deluded
The writing on the wall
Be it you to write, the Divinely seeded
The Truth, that is all
Recall, what language once breathed thee O’ Chitravathi
Rise once again in sovereign queenly rage
The wind and storm thy eternal breath be
Bash them all, prince or page
Mother Chitravathi, holy elixir of life
You can’t be the exiter due such strife
Bless us striving yet to hold
And restore serenity in thy fold.
II Samastha Lokah Sukhino Bhavantu II
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