(109) (Meera) Family Life Or Devotee Life

R Rajaram Ramachandran Rajaram Ramachandran
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Meera was in the temple, Along with common people, Who also sang with her Closely following her. Her every divine song, All the rural folks sang. Thus these songs became Popular in course of time. Rana failed to bring her To the family life forever. His mother felt it a disgrace To the entire Rajputs race. His disgruntled widow-sister And hard hearted mother, Plotted against Meera then To kill her with cobra poison. A cup of milk with poison, They gave her one fine morn, In the temple, when she was Alone offering her prayers. It was poison, she knew well, But she drank the cup full. And continued her prayers. What a surprise it was! It didn’t act on Meera. But the face of Krishna At Dwaraka turned blue Suddenly with no clue. As an unexpected miracle, The doors of the temple, Both got themselves shut And stuck up too tight. As if nothing had happened, Before Krishna she remained. Her in-laws were desperate, As even poison didn’t act. Devotees from all corners Rushed there to see her, And the crowd was so thick It threw also some risk. Spies dressed like sadhus Studied the strategic points Thus weakening the position On the defensive front-line. One day two sadhus came And gave Meera that time A pearl chain as a gift Which she did accept. To Krishna she offered it, The one that was a gift, To the war-captive Allaudin, When he was given a pardon. Rana released him gracefully, On an agreement mutually, Offering him this chain, Just a gift, as a token. When the same chain To Rana was shown, He got terribly wild, That he was being spied. Immediately he ordered The temple be destroyed Which brought this crisis To the very palace doors. Devotees, not even a single, Came out of the temple. Even the elephants sent To break, back they all went. No damage could be done To the temple or anyone. For this incapable blame, Too wild Rana became. He sent cobras to bite her. They did no damage to her. As disgrace only she brought. She was a witch, he thought. Meera blamed only Krishna, For changing the mind of Rana, Who was so nice to her earlier But now bitterly hated her.

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