Looking at his powerful child,
Knowing from Aarushee his deed wild,
Chyavan said, "You are born from thigh -
Uru - in the name Aurva people will go by.
You will do great deeds,
If you know proper the people's needs."
Chyavan stayed on to help his clan,
Teaching and preaching man,
Rishi-vaalak Aurva the theories he knew
Even before birth. He grew
Up not forgetting
The misfortune of his ancestors. Upsetting
Was to him the global anarchy,
Cries of tormented still lurking
In his mind. Now all quiet in the green forest,
His mind knew no rest.
Birds chirp, river flows,
Cooling the body the cool air blows
Echoing hymns as before,
Pain in heart he always bore.
"What is the purpose of creation,
Of untimely God's intervention,
If almost none can reach there,
Where is justice, what is fair?
Animals unreached in years million-
Leaderless coach without postilion.
If they have to reach, I can make them
Reach in a go, to me be the blame.
Even till Pralay - the doom - they know nothing,
A bit superior to insects their being
Dragging meaningless to infinity stretched
Yugs after yugs lying wretched.
If all are Brahma, I send them there
Forcefully, their souls will be bare
To Infinite Light, they won't at least
Lead a life like a beast.
Trijagat - three worlds - I will take the ruins of,
Hasten Pralay, all karma will cough
Out,- no creation, no worries;
Only the Land of Infinite Bliss."
Thus he began penance severe
Standing out among rishis compere
Generating energy that delivers
Conquest of Trijagat, creates an school of givers
Of firm advice, or destroy
Denying the good and bad alloy
Finish forever the world of complications,
In one Ambition submerge all ambitions.
His yogic energy created smoke
Making humans and animals choke,
No one neared the divine aashram,
Rendering it difficult to dwell, in charam -
Extreme - condition for aashramiks therein,
But not they thought for once leaving,
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Parashuram : the ascetic warrior
PoetryFeatured in Poetry section. The Brahmin, who took to arms to subdue the arrogant warrior class of Kshatriyas, deserves an epic. He is depicted here with all his attributes and vulnerabilities, taken from mythology. If the stories contradict, only...
