Satyawati -29

U Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
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29. What Haste Yields I sent Ambika to his chambers, "Pray for a wise and strong son". But she could not stand the sight Of the sage, closed her eyes tight. She never dared to open the eyes During the coitus, scared as she was, If not, she'd have closed her nose too. To our utter dismay, her son was born blind. Ambalika almost lost her senses Scared to near death, she froze As she entered his chambers Her son was born weak and pale. I had no choice, but to try again Ambika could not gather herself Even think of going to him once more So sent her hand-maid instead. She took it as a privilege and honor To receive the great saint And bear him a son; to her was born A son, with intelligent, noble features.

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