Divinely Blessed Kabita

Divinely Blessed Kabita

 

As a true votary of Hinduism, forever

its womenfolk nourish and nurture

in heart of their hearts a fervent wish

that what Kabita could accomplish,

that no amount of property, propitiation, and power

nor acumen in any arena, in any form, can acquire.

Her vermilion remains indelible and ablaze

her bangles remain indestructible and glaze

she breathed her last on her spouse’s shoulder.

accomplished she everything in life, prayed for

her love as husband and prosperous son and daughter

to the end of it, her lovely little grandkids could nurse her

and a host of kith and kin, a multitude of friends around

whose love to her, her heavenward soul could have found.

From inside the preserver, she looked serene.

Age and disease as if in her could not dentin.

Her endurance story, the sighs around could tell

Her love affection and handling had a wonder tale

as a daughter-in-law, a better-half and a mother

as a mother-in-law, a grandma and as a sweet to a neighbor

to hobby’s’ frenzied friend circle and to their family

speak of her sixty-five odd years' mortal glory.

Void of tears in an ocean of tears was Kamala, her consort

apprehensive of his future dreaming the past now lost.

All melancholic tunes of all greats must be jumbling his heart

but looked he cool and composed as if him she did not part.

They were knotted from heaven for many a birth

Kamala as a young boy wanted Kabita as she arrived on the earth

to play with her and partnering with her in the entire life

from sand house to concrete house through thick and thin and strife.

Their struggle shoulder to shoulder to enjoy and exist

their last visit to London with full family was the peak of the list.

Not to lessen the joy of the family Kabita kept her mouth shut

“No” she must be lost in the bliss of this life as her last mortal resort.

Hey Kamala! Do not lament to impede her heavenward journey

She is special, you were lucky; Lord has singled her out from many.

“Hey, dear kith and kin! Decorate her from toe to head as she will go to the altar

vermilion on forehead new cloth wear, red Alata on feet without any error.”

“Hey Drumbeaters please tune your special beat

reserved for an Ahisulakkshani on her mortal exit

in front of her husband with applause from Heaven

as for all worlds, all come out to see it, being a rare occasion.”

Hindu scripture recognizes her divinity in mortal frame

“Hey Lord! We pray and are sure you will oblige her claim.”.

Hey Kabita! We all mortal man with bent knee bow at you

respect to Ahisulakshani that our scriptures teach us too.

At an advanced age, you could bring out your hubby’s talent

perhaps to help him to survive without you with lessened lament.

Your grandkids unaware of the laws of creation

sobs on the elders’ shoulder hugging unknown

No Kabita! They represent our mourning hearts at this moment

Bye-bye to you, for peace and bliss to your soul to Lord with prayers ardent.

 

 

 

 

(P K Routray

in the service of the lord)

 

Kamala Mohanty though one batch junior to our batch is friend to many of our classmates including mine. He lost his madam Kabita on 20^th August. This is my tribute to the divinely blessed lady)

 

(N. B My friend Kamala lost his wife Kabita.on 20 th August. in Hindu religion it is taken as a special recognization to leave this mortal world before her husband.The mortal remains is given special treatment before taken to pyre.

Ahilaxmi means roughly divinely blessed Alita a red paint put on feet to beautify them.)