In paradise – warriors
We warriors by our destiny …
The Kuruwara (2).
We came not as conquers
but as the guardians of paradise.
We came as the protectors of this divine
kingdom on earth.
Here the golden sands
were caressed by the
gentle slender-liquid fingers
of Neptune in his youth
and as so would a lover
the sun god Surya (3)
kissed the dusky land fertile
the cheek of this maiden
‘Lanka’ and so too the
Flora, the green luxuriant hair of
this celestial beauty
bequeathed to mortals
by Brahma – God
We thank thee!
Lord god incarnate
Lord Krishna (1)
Our benefactor, protector, patron
You who guided the chariot our ancestor
Heroic Arjuna archer supreme (1)
bequeathed us paradise.
For we in battle against alien
evil we protect this emerald isle.
With our strength
Thus we spill our blood in sacrifice – ,
and make her fertile more bountiful
harvest yield …
Grant us this land,
Extract poem from the ‘Pearls’ re-adaptation of the story of Bizet’s Opera – ‘The Pearl Fishers’ in historical novel format by Ferdinand Salvador
1 Also see ‘The killing of the Sun god – retelling of the Mahabharata’ – in www.writebuzz.com
2 Kuruwara – the warrior mercenaries of the 15th – 17th century AD. The common Ancestors of the ‘artist – author’ and the Tamil Tiger leader Velupillai Prabhakaran
3 Surya – Helios the sun god
Scorched by hell’s fire my mind is now
a blank canvas pristine white
erased of all memory,
stretched taught like the skin between your breasts
pulsating with each beating of your heart …
I hear as I rest my head cradled in your arms
and that rhythmic sound evokes your portrait
on my mind and that blank canvas is
painted beautiful … and I have captured you
in my imagination … now and forever
on the white canvas in my mind.