Poems by Krishnaswamy S R

Baby Aastha – Hope of a Billion

a poem by Krishnaswamy S R

You seem to be born with
Hair plenty, baby Aastha Arora!

Kisses from us are for you — we
Yearned to plant one for every 70,000
Babies that see the world this day, but
Thousands are for you.You are a symbol.
Oh, we don’t want to see pain
In your face, disease in disposition!

Will you curtail your thick hair growth later
Anxiety of our elders ticks on apprehension–
To forget the beauty o’ women resembling
Of yore? Would you Aastha, see India past the
Millennium, more (of) Hindus, Muslims, Christians,
Others in accepting cogency?

Or, live as a witness to India’s
Millions fed, cover’d in person and from
Weather, aliens in perennial frequency?
With you well in philo towards fellow
Beings, surrender unto God and serving
Gnana with purity in conscience?

We hope, longing for that girl,
Are you that, when males are inspired by,
To sublimate their passions unto evolve
And terminate attachment to the birth-cycle?
Or, as a whole, Aastha be the very
Hope-essence of we, the Indians billion.

Ode to Hansie Cronje’s Wilderness

a poem by Krishnaswamy S R

Takes Charge

We misspelt his name as Cronge;
When the grim cricketer-binational, Kepler
Wessels handed over reins unto Wessel Hansie Cronje.

Growing well, command personified
His studious self’s first phase read well
The career, when into twenties; established Hansie
Was charm, synergy-driving, intent personified. Excellence
Absorbed in cricketing samyama. Glory to him personalised the
Spirit of victory to onlookers and the discerning. Team
Of the country stood as one on his word, proud.

The Fall: Self-defeat, shame!

Though, we all misread Cronyea: In
Spelt word he failed. In deed, he did; sham.
Money could buy wealth, not the fame lost; corruption
Be not just your fall, man, but of our sporting faith.
O, Hansie, your sight as a besieged lamb under
Press-lights rends our hearts in mortification!

Go through guilt, realise refinement!

Yet, your confession spells the end of
Prospective misdeed. Ye shall rise above
Pain, experience the wilderness through guilt
In glued repentance: To purify
Your spirit in nobility, outlasting samskaras.
To qualify as a prodigal resurrected.

Come back, Cronje good!

And, for us to see you in the field, that is,
In our yearning consciousness as a leading delight;
Come back, Cronje good!