Nalan 2.09 Darkness Around

R Rajaram Ramachandran Rajaram Ramachandran
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If God had spoiled Dhamayanthi Said, “If God had spoiled, Nothing can be done, From here let us go on.” Set as if taking bath While this was the position, In that hot desert, the sun, As if going for a bath, set In the sea of the west. Slowly went the couple. It was dark at the sunset. Even for a young ghost The way wasn’t visible. Slowly went the couple. Saw a stone hall Where to go, they thought, In the forest that was hot? A dilapidated stone hall, Was there, like another hell. Go there to sleep “It’ll become darker. So, for us, it’s better, To sleep in that hall By the nightfall. The sound of Yazh “Once Nalan had heard, The Magara Yazh-sound, But now hears mosquito-sound Lying on this bear ground.” Dhamayanthi saw this And cried for this Unbearable situation Beyond imagination. He consoled her “Dear, have no fears, And shed no tears, We’re ruled by fate, We can’t escape it.” Oh King, I don’t see ‘Oh King, there is No soft bed of roses Nor proper bed rooms, And royal securities.” She cried aloud for it, And was terribly upset. From a King to a Pauper Time-wheel set the order. Our duty to sleep Nalan saw her crying aloud. “No use crying, ” he said, “Our duty now is to sleep And like this, not to weep.” “This wild wood had slept. Eight directions had slept. Even the ghost had slept. So, let us both sleep.” He kept his hand Below her head, While flat she lied On the sandy bed. Felt sorry for her In the dead of night, He saw her plight. He cried, “Why my eyes Did not go blind, to see this? ” “Why still my heart Didn’t break on seeing it? Why my life still exists? ” He went on crying like this. Sari not there Poor Nalan was inside, Her sari-covering-end. She cried, “He’s here On this sandy floor.” “Even my sari end Can’t be used as bed. My hand is the only pillow To rest his head now.” He felt sorry She slept there somehow. Nalan woke up by now, And cried, “The daughter Of Vimarasan is here.” “Her garland, what Devas lost, Came to my shoulders at last, And for this noble soul Why this kind of hell? ” “In the dead part Of this dark night, Only this heap of sand Serves as her royal bed.” “Is there anyone So far had won, The fate’s icy hands In any part of our lands? ” Kali shook him He was not for Deserting her, But Kali gave him The idea this time. Kali had no heart Even on this spot. What a devil he was, Words can’t express.

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