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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480692" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tears of the Gods!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once he wore his nine-tasselled towel<br>around his hip bearing a drum at front of his midrif<br>he would sing aloud to invoke Lord Ayyanar, <br>half-buried at the outer base of the bund<br>of our village rain-fed tank, <br>to help him beating the drum<br>for moving the feet of his three daughters<br>with parrot-topped brass pots over their heads. <br>People near and far took his troop<br>at the time of festivals, being mesmerized<br>by the mavis of his dancing angels.  11</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he never gave up the service <br>of drumming up on the ghouls-howling tank bund<br>when the moon was out and hid.<br>The sound could be heard<br>by the sleepless elders of our village.<br>He would swim across the river<br>and reach the village on the other bank</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to alert them for raising the river-bank, <br>and escape the wrath of the swelling river, <br>when floods from the western ghats<br>came in a roaring fury<br>and made a breach in the tank bund.   23</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Covering himself with a hessian to bear the cold, <br>he would sing seeking the grace of the Lord<br>to save him from the hoodwinking elves<br>and protect the tank from breaching<br>Or else the paddy fields would be going dry.<br>Once he fell ill and lay at home.<br>The morning brought him news of a miracle.<br>Some theatre-goers to the nearby town<br>who came back after midnight, <br>asked him why he went unheeded<br>with a spear in his hand <br>in that dead of night on the bund.<br>The tank-keeper shed tears <br>thinking of the feat of the Lord on his behalf.  36</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The breeze ruffling the watery surface<br>would lull him to sleep; <br>but snakes on the bund would hiss at him; <br>and he would dither and dodder along<br>humming the name of the Lord several times.<br>When thunder rumbled, he would shout<br>“Arjun had ten names” to thwart it.<br>Dredging leaves and flowers over the idol, <br>he would offer his thanks and prayers<br>and walk his way home in the small hours.<br>His forefathers had hewed out this career<br>for some sheaves of reaped paddy<br>at the time of harvest from every family. <br>But God willed to relieve him from this duty<br>by giving him only daughters.<br>Leaving them at his hovel in the night<br>he would go to guard the bund.   53</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once the inflow to the tank was heavy<br>and the bund breached and overflowed the river.<br>He swam across the violent river as usual<br>to reach the other bank for waking up his villagers. <br>He had hair-breath escapes in the past<br>yet he served for his family’s pride.<br>The cloudy dawn brought his sad daughters<br>on the northern bank of the river<br>while the whole village was looking silent <br>into the merciless river from the southern bank.<br>An old one said he heard his shouts in the night. <br>Another said he came in his dream drumming aloud.<br>But was nowhere found the nine-tasselled drummer.<br>Rains seem reluctant to pour in that region<br>and there has been no question of a successor<br>to that wonderful keeper of our village tank. 69</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rajendran+Muthiah">Rajendran Muthiah</a><div class=q>
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