About this poem......
This poem was written over
the loss of a child. The subdued tone of the lament is noticeable. In the
final stanza he is addressing Cruelty as 'The Merciful'. In a number of
poems Edasseri addresses cruelty as the reigning God. According to him
Cruelty is the eternal truth and whatever little happiness that is
bestowed kindly on us occasionally by Him is only to sharpen the pangs
inflicted by his claws. In his poem "Mullan Cheera" (The Thorny
Spinach) he sings "Oh Cruelty, victory for you over and over again, since
in cultural wealth you are my heritage. This poem appears in the
collection named "Laghu Ganangal".
Given on the right is a translation of the poem
"Poojapushpam" by Mr. Madhavan Ayyapath, a well-known poet. This poem has
been rendered by Dr. S.P. Ramesh, and presented in an audio cassette. See
below. Two other poems featuring on this cassette are "Karutha
Chettichikal" (rendered by Dr. S.P. Ramesh) and "Unnikrishnanodu" (by Mr.
M. Krishnakumar).
Poothapattu, another poem written in 1953, is
the most popular of Edasseri's poems. It has been rendered by many people
on stages, performed as a visual media, like dance, drama etc. Mr. V.K.
Sasidaran has rendered the same in a cassette (shown below). Color
sketches and a brief narration have been given in poet
The book Kavile Pattu (Song of the
Grove) in which the translated poem appears:
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We gratefully acknowledge Mr. Madhavan Ayyappath
and Dr. Ayyappa Panikkar and Mr. T.R.K. Marar for giving consent to reproduce the
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Flower In
Worship
No place for weeping
in the flow of Time, It is not for weeping
over, you gave us riches.
Light, Water, Air,
Heaven and Hade, Countless solar systems-all thy playthings The enchanting life that throbs around Rich and green - (even that thy gift!) Thy gifts in a variety of forms - unseen gods, Blades of grass, worms, butterflies, men, With gratitude I think of these - yet Had you to give us this cursed Love?
But now, a tender
life did adorn my lap, My heart was filled with comfort and hope. A light for my eyes, a wise of cool breeze To caress my being, to fill my veins with joy!
You bade me lift
him from the dell below And raise him to the vast expanse above. Well, had you to bind us with this chain Of affection just to cause us pain?
To see him was to
be in the morning state, An embrace was like sandal paste. The
world was a grand festive field for me, What a
realm of bliss where I chanced to be!
Alas, mango
blossom! I did not see The dark clouds of what was sure to be. A lovely wick aflame did I place To
face a storm that was gaining pace. A fool, I
built my heaven on sands, A hopeless hell I made
with my own hands.
To weep now; but a
question comes up oft, Who will an answer give? What was my
fault?
Poverty used to
wet my eyes, My hands
would rise to wipe the tears. Humiliations subdue
me, but then, I stroke my beard and raise my
face. Obstacles untold block my
way. When hurts and wounds my body
cover I cling to the cool comfort you did
shower. Never washed I with eye's salty
tears My body soiled with
sweat Is that the crime?
Like crescent at
dawn, cold and still, Lay there my life, I see him still. The
day broke in. Though pale, as the night had sucked
all blood, A tender smile lit up his
lips. Darling, is it to give me a little
relief That you lit up a
sparkler With your life that was drying
up?
When dusk grew
dark, Cruelty? You
snatched from me The tender sprout of life
yourself had given. Like a creeper struck with
lightning Lay the mother at my feet
swooning. I stood and watched with heart turned
steel, Justice felt its eyes too,
dull.
You filled with
fire those lovely eyes Golden dawns were wont gently to praise. You forced fierce storms across that breast, Liquid fire along those veins.
O
Cruelty! You, You alone are the Eternal
Truth! With gratitude I throw at you this
name: "Hey, The Merciful", this address like
a Flower offered in worship May thy feet accept, that'll be a favor.
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