Yorkville, Toronto
Bheesma
Today was to remember Advaita, a fifteenth century saint. As for tomorrow, the eighth, we recall the heroism of Bheesma. Here is my poem:
Bheesma
He was the dear son of Mother Ganga, the river
In childhood ksatriya play he took from his quiver
And aiming at the water he released his arrow
Causing her current to reverse in her narrow
For his father’s sake he made a great vow
“For you to have a queen I will take a bow”
It was a sacrifice for a determined happiness
Scarce do we hear of such noble warrior-ness
His character was built on the power to abstain
An act of endurance to conquer pleasure and pain
Earning him blessings to pass at will from the world
And making him a jewel of a man, if not a pearl
He was a protector, counsellor, very much a guide
There’s no limit to the compassion he could provide
Imparting much wisdom for leaders to thus thrive
He offered the tools to keep a warrior alive
An ascetic, Amba, attempted to make his heart rattle
And it was on the tenth day of that devastating battle
When fate had him fight on the side where his heart was not
That he received multiple wounds, leaving many distraught
Piteously he lay on an arrow-bed suspended in the air
For a General, combat could be heaven or a nightmare
His waiting for Krishna and loved ones to come, see, and hear
Is his way of giving and dying that holds him so dear.
May the Source be with you!
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