The Quiet Queen

 

The Quiet Queen

 

 

From His abode

views the Lord

as an audience

the performance

of each and every soul

it,to judge to dole

its next destination

on a drama of His fun,

that he scripts and directs

what a soul effects

during its mortal stay

on its own way.

“Sure it is” to tell

our inner voices yell

that Lord is captivated

the way Shanti acted

on her mortal role play

absolving on the way

pardhas of all her births

on all planet earths

in His cosmos, infinite.

by her daredevil fight,

her rare human valiance

enduring all the ailments

that baffled human ingenuity

proving it as only fools’ vanity

for over more than a decade

bringing to her, tearful accolade

from all, terrestrial and celestial.

Ended her role, the pandemic lethal

forbidding the mortal man

to reach her as friend and fan

as she was received by Lord

to escort her to His abode.

Cry our hearts to part

being a pal’s spouse apart

with all, Shanti had won over

as a daughter, sister, mother,

grandmother in her family tree

whose architect is she,

as in-laws and companion

and to all in her profession

students, colleagues superiors

menial workers to co-actors

served them, she fondly and sincerely

besides onrush duties of her family

rearing up children single-handedly,

as the eldest daughter-in-law of family

To the students ardent

excelling as a teacher competent

on stage and off stage, a vibrant player

with all social duties thrust on shoulder

she performed with incredible merit

earning points positive to her credit.

Perceive we a missed vision

on her bangles and vermillion.

Dangle her bangles, rock hard

in it a woman’s vanity is being heard.

On the forehead, the vermillion proudly blaze

at it, with malice women-folks gaze

a longing instilled in human by scripture

as on such a death soul liberates forever.

Drum beats unique and rare

that the gloomy nature took care.

After all Lord has escorted

a pious soul befittingly awarded

a place in His own abode

on its way stood bowed

celestial beings seeking liberation

to witness and applaud it in elation

prior to the merger of a soul with Almighty

the way it travels as per Hindu philosophy.

 

 

Fifty years back

the news took us aback

as a girl from Burla

hooked our best boy, Lala

a genius with caliber, rare

then a heartthrob to sex fair

but proved Shati no less

relieving Lala from family stress

giving her hubby to wander

fields many, his talents, to trigger

ensuring her talent to lay latent

as a true Hindu Lady of era ancient.

Her service to her hubby, sweet

it, no better half could ever beat

even from among those of yore

that I can always vouch for

being as an eyewitness

on Lala recovering from illness

Shnti a science professor

to hundreds, a career shaper

nursing him with devotion

it, could match, her peers, none.

The day, reminisce I

with gratitude of sigh

As to Lala’s script

her role earned credit

even Nina Gupta at her days

over her, could never blaze.

Lala must come out

on two talents’ bout

as classmates’ fun play

to listen to her spirits’ reply

sharing a bed and a life

with struggle and strife.

sure I am it is shanti’s greatness

giving chance lala to harness

his talent was never latent to us

But “Madam yours stayed mysterious.

developing family tree to vibrantly grow”

With all in her family tree, her, we bow.

 

 

Hey Madam ! As Lala’s companion

we seek your pardon

for making up his negligence

on family, his fatherly absence.

But Madam! Listen to us

to you, his love glorious

in all his thoughts deeds and voice

you reigned as his only loving choice

from Priti to Lata, in each such drawing

I perceive your face peeping

while you were ailing

comedy song he could not sing.

We are certain of it

as you exhibited in our last meet

hugging him tight

in full view of our sight.

that brings each of us tear

reminiscing the scene dear.

That was the scene last

you and Lala were in cast.

Time has robbed of our hay days

that with you in stage often blaze

bringing tears to our old eyes

with you. Llala lost his catch, prize

sure, Him your soul will bless

Llala, to recover from the duress.

 

 

Hey Madam shanti! Your pardon

we Lala’s friends seek in the person

not being able to be with you

to bid you our final adieu

as destiny forbade us to bear

at this age the parting tear

and see your hubby broken

at the breakage of bond golden.

 

 

Cherish I the day

you made your way

to my house

with your spouse

elated were we. Hey Madam!

as if Krisna came to Sudama

A truth of my heart, I spell

But Alas! Now I had to yell

an occasion ladst for us to view

with Lala you the divine souls two.

 

 

Us, you motivated

to stay closely knitted

inspiring our spouses all

who rose to your call

to be part of REC 70

sharing with us the booty

plundered from our Alma- mater

to her, as mom’s pleasure

Propelled, you your spouse

to lead our meets without grouse

despite he being your ailing need

with tears for you our hearts bleed

reminiscing your agility and talent

to make our woman folk vibrant

to make the life at advancing age

an agog life never drab at any stage

but destiny stood on its way

as stunned us to dismay

the news of your illness

bewildering doctors, famous.

At such tearful moment

when our hearts lament

with ter-blurred view

while bidding you adieu

 from among us

for your journey glorious

Me, it appears

through tears

of your departed parents

and dear hubby’s laments

you, as ‘their Quiet queen”\

staying off the scene

their hearts, you still reigm

even you are in different domain.

For us, your friends and peers

your dears and nears

you are a quiet queen

as silenced a queen on her scene

the cruel destiny

with His direction being its plea..”

 

P K Routray

In the service of Lord