Blessedness

By Ramswaroop Prasad

Hey, my frisky sis!

I bow to you—

How fortunate you are!

Blessed are you with the eternal stripes– a seal of grace

It’s you who deserves the divine adornment,

The testimony etched upon your back

For your unparalleled service

What else is the significance of life!

Next to you– no one yet;

The universe still awaits.

O, my tiny squirrel sister!

Blessedness of life of yours

Makes the poor like me perplexed

Indeed, peerless you are,

O darling of Rama!

How much of the deity’s affectionate touch

You did feel, my sister!

And were you really immersed closing your eyes

So that you could accommodate

The celestial pleasure in your inner chamber.

And Lord Rama!

How tender the rhythm of pulsation

Was tuned in your fingers 

When you caressed the velvet back?

How fortunate you, too, are Rama!

Truly, how delicate both of you are–

You and the squirrel sister.

The ‘squirrel-effort’ – the maxim-melody

Rising from the folk belle’s throat on the village swing

For the song produces charm in the air

And peps the downhearted up

Indeed, the contribution of the small fry

Will be dignified no less

For without the minute sand saturated with divine love

The huge boulders of the Rama-Setu would not have gained concretion

Aha! So awesome you are, sister!

By Ramswaroop Prasad