A Song of India
An oldish one - but I do not think I have posted it before.
A SONG OF INDIA
Land of myth, of magick, of mystery,
where fairytale images of childhood merge
into adult reality and the parallel pathways
of poverty and affluence that never meet,
never touch, never end.
Land of the Elephant, the Mongoose,
the Cobra, where once the proud Tiger
prowled free. Now the roar that chilled
even the bravest of hearts is heard only
in Game Parks - controlled captivity.
Land of the Hindu, the Sikh, the Muslim,
where religion and history conjoin to give
life to fine legends and great literature.
Mahabharata and Gita, Ramayana and
Koran, where words flow as eternal rivers
of wisdom and truth.
Land where Brahma creates, Vishnu preserves,
and Shiva destroys ignorance. Where Krishna’s
words to Arjuna became a blueprint for life,
and Gandhi’s footprints on the shores of Dandi
marked the beginnings of freedom.
Land of a noble race, where courtesy still
lives and family rules. Where people still care
for each other with a gentleness and love
that others scorn because they envy. Where
promises are kept – in the fullness of time.
Land of complex paradox, where Temples
may be adorned with magnificent statues,
gloriously lustful and erotic, but where lovers
who kiss or embrace each other in public
risk breaching the morality codes.
Land where a culture older than time
embraces, with joy, the newness of tomorrow.
Where the sibilant whispers of silken
sari and shalwar compete with the strident
snarl of frenetic city traffic. Where Puri meets
Microchip, and where “Bollywood” thrives.
I am drawn into this kaleidoscope of colour
and light, of spices and shadows, where
the rhythmic pulse of the Tabla excites me, and
the haunting voices of Shehnai, Sitar and Santoor
capture my thoughts and weave them into
the sacred thread of life.
August 2015.