j.srikant

In what way should people go around to protect and conserve plant-life esp. big size trees when a cyclone is approaching as per prediction of the meteriorolical centre.

Last time we created a flutter and a huge controversy , and put all womenfolk on ignominy, when we put the poem from classical Sanskrit, ' Woman's Heart' from Bhartrihari ( 1st Cent. A.D.), esp the last 2 lines ,

' Â Woman with faults is born, with faults she grows.

Thorns are her nature, but her face the rose.'

Today to compensate and see totally the opposite of that aspect of women, we are putting a translation of a poem from Meleager - classical Greek of 1st Century B.C.

After all we all utterly and passionately love the fair-sex and cannot do without them. Can We ?

Note esp. the last line of the poem.

How do you like the poem ? Your comments ?

A Rose of Women

Now lilies blow upon the windy height,

Now flowers the pansy kissed by tender rain,

Narcissus builds his house of self-delight

And Love's own fairest flower blooms again;

Vainly your gems, 0 meadows, you recall;

One simple girl breathes sweeter than you all. ----- Meleager

Who are the great educationists in India , whom we should rely on ?

Window

I look out of my window bar,

And behold in the sky a small lark,

Winging its way hither and far,

Seems like on ocean a tiny bark.

The sky is grey and creeper green,

The rain has wept through out the day,

Even the day before, the same was seen,

It is cool and calm they all do say.

The sky in east slowly, its shroud

Casts away, so that its face is blue,

And Poseidon with his roar loud

Looks on, with anxiety and anger too.

Wither O Lord do I look far away,

From my window in my soul deep?

Are there also bars that deny the way?

Surely thy light shall emerge and peep.

Usurp not the kingdom of God O man,

March ahead and lift the soul's ban. ( 17-10-96. )

Woman’s Heart

More hard the heart of woman is to seize

Than an unreal mirrored face, more hard

Her moods to follow than on mountains barred

With rocks that skirt a dreadful precipice

A dangerous luring pathway near the skies.

And transient is her frail exacting love

Like dew that on some lotus’ petal lies.

As with rich fatal shoots an upas-grove,

Woman with faults is born, with faults she grows.

Thorns are her nature, but her face the rose.

In fact what are the different parts of our being, how they have evolved in time and ultimately what each one will express?

When you Say ' I ', who is it speaking ? The Mind, the Life, the body or something else ? What relation has egoism with ego?

physically, medically, psychologically, vitally, mentally, psychically, and spiritually.

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