Satyawati -08

8. The Vyaasa Memories of my little Krishna Haunted me all night and day However did I try to keep them away; I lived on, hoping to meet him some day. But Parashar kept him away from me Though regularly his news reached me Made me happy, for by the age of six He had mastered Sanskrit well Was able to recite, interpret And explain all the scriptures He had already become Far more famous than Parashar. A child prodigy. I was a proud mother. When he was still a child I heard he was working wild To compile the scriptures Into heavy coherent Vedas. Four compilations he made Together called the Vedas The scripts that were guides To lead a life as Gods wished. Rigveda, the book of hymns and verses Yajurveda the collection of yajna mantras Samaveda, the repertoire of singers Atharvaveda spoke of rituals and medicines. They called him Veda Vyasa The Compiler of the Vedas Revered by all, still a little child. I wished to hear him recite. I wanted to be worthy of him A worthy mother of a revered sage No more a fisherwoman! Not any more!