A super poem, by jandhyala papayya shasthri, ''karuna sri'', | Faith And Rituals Blog on Speakingtree.in

A super poem, by jandhyala papayya shasthri, ''karuna sri'', | Faith And Rituals Blog on Speakingtree.inA super poem, by jandhyala papayya shasthri, ''karuna sri'', raising the sensitivities and humanism, is a great classic, the last stanza , sums up

Here the poet a great devotee, with the best intention of doing puja to shiva, tries to fetch some flowers. 

and the true spirituality wakes him up not to pluck flowers, and he flows in great sympathy empathy , and the result is this great poem

If human being rises to higher levels of spirituality, he is sure to behave with more tenderness to the creatures, and thus fulfills the true purpose of all the rituals and spirituals

A free rendering in English of Karunasree Jandhyala Papaih Sastry's Poem "Pushpa Vilapam" by Sri Kandregula Amba Prasadarao

FLOWERS' LAMENT 


Standing at a floweing plant 
Nimbly pulling a stalk aslant, 
Ere I, to pluck, putforth my nail, 
All flowers raised a piteous wail. 
"Takest thou our life?" - Abashed 
Was I Something then flashed 
In my mind - a weird figment, 
As a poem - "The Flowers' Lament". 


During our short span of Life we 
have embellished 
The species of mother - creeper that 
bore and cherished - 
Swinging in her arms with gay 
abandon, shut eyes 
When end comes - happily fade away 
at her cool toes. 



We smear perfume and welcome breeze, 
Feast with tasty honey the visiting bees, 
Cause comfort and joy to the eye 
Of people like you - free tho' are we - 
Tarry! pluck us not with selfish intent, 
Would you tear the child from its parent! 



Strangling us with wool and rings, 
Piercing bosoms with needles and strings, 
Adorn with us your braids fancy- 
Alas! ye women are sans mercy. 



While our priceless and innocent, 
Delicate, nectarean and fragrant 
Life, for you is sacrificed and frayed 
Withered and laid utterly destroyed - 
Ravishing our youth, sweep with broom - Alas ! 
Is there morality among the Human Race ? 


In the land of the Buddha thou art born 
of innate love thou, perhaps, art shorn 
Oh, murderer, who slayeth beauteous charm, 
Defiled is thy birth in human form. 

Source : Karunasree Jandhyala Papaih Sastry's Poem