A Beauty from the infinity

A Beauty from the infinity

P K Routray

 

To contain in a frame

the picturesque identity of a dame

is a task beyond a mortal mine like you, Lala!

To frame her, flattered even Jesus, Mahabir and Allah

Futile was His experiment to reveal a dame’s mystery

Gopis with their love failed Lord Krishna and His artistry.

Botched He utterly, the proof is the Gopis’ songs.

with Raas and Radha the mysteries still prolongs.

Rama continues to be blamed, Budha left the palace

till now Laxmi comes to break the Chariot’s brace.

A lady is behind success and a failure too.

To kill Mahisasura, Devi Durgas Gods together had to woo.

For brother’s sake Suparnekha got the worst punishment.

But for Helen of Troy and many more historians lament.

My grandma’s tale I vividly remember

on a lady as a vampire the bloodsucker.

She turns her young husband in the night as a sheep

and by a straw his blood she used to sip.

But now with gratitude, I surrender to my mother

from the womb till date I suck blood from her.

Now a fiend, now a fan and a companion twined

vary our passions with relation and love as defined.

Mother and Mam,

Miss and Madam,

sister younger to take the order,

love to pour the sister the elder,

a lady related to adore

a girlfriend, a fiancée proper

a wife at times romantic at times bitter

changing sweetness with relation

also with the sensitivity of our own

varying over phases of life we have outgrown.

In nutshell a woman is a goddess to adorn.

Nature animate and inanimate around her

enjoys the glamour adding at times some flavor.

The Creator has created her at His frenzied moments.

Often propelled by a whim, naively the artist’s brush paints.

Poets eminent has confirmed on their epical creation

Somebody inside does the work to them being unknown.

The woman is a creation by the superpower residing in the supreme.

to art them with their mood in infinite forms is beyond mortal’s dream.

Poems in epics, in heaps on her, poets, continues to pen from time immoral

Thus also are the artistic additions on canvas, sand or many a material/

Infinite cannot be contained in a finite frame

But kudos to you Lala, you superbly dared the same.

While painting the hair beautifying the lady’s face

a ting of betrayal must have peeped in the thought process

to Madam shanti by her hubby Lala the artist

though seventy still peep in us the young days’ lust.

Pray the Lord and Lala on my delirious deliberation.

Also, beg I pats from friends for my future idle time creation.

 

 

(N. B -A tributary to Lalatendu Rath’s (Sweetly his classmates name him Lala) creation.

The two ladies were drawn by my classmate Lala now on the wrong side of seventy. Some characters are drawn from the Hindu epics)