By Soumya Sarita Kar
She left at last; left behind
The infant and the love of her life too.
The silvery sky guides her path
There is no desire to count the steps
One… two… three…
No one to look back for.
The time infinite welcomes her
And salvation to be embraced.
If Siddhartha could set out for salvation,
Giving up responsibilities behind
Why not she!
What boundaries are there!
Nothing…nothing…nothing at all.
Had Yashodhara, not Siddhartha,
Been gone away in the silence of night
Would there be any difference?
Would the world have bowed down before her?
Why? And,
How can they force her to feel attachment?
Because she is a mother, a wife?
For she needs to look after them?
In an urge of finding answers to her
Innumerable questions
When she looks into herself
She never finds a wife, or a mother!
Then why playing a role that doesn’t fit her!
What’s wrong in listening to the urge?
And the calling of her inner soul!
The soul that bears no attachment towards
The worldly things and life as well.
She finds this world too chaotic.
Often she dreams of a place
Far away- filled with tranquillity and peace.
And now,
She doesn’t want to be bothered
About things that will not matter anymore;
Krishna says, “Bear no attachment
For things that you have no control over,
No right as well; you have brought nothing
And will depart empty handed
And unaccompanied.
I am the doer and I control the universe.”
The night resembles a meditating monk;
Her soul urges to surrender,
Gradually delving deep into
The realm of spiritual ecstasy.
She feels herself devoid of
All worldly feelings and
Light as air.
She is the Yashodhara now, the world never knew.
She is the Yashodhara
The world might never bow down before.