Teachers’ Day!

 

First of all, I extend my warmest wishes to all the teaching community of the entire country of ours. Gurur Brahma gurur Vishnu gurur devi maheshwaraha

Guru sakshat parambrahma, thamaai Shree gurave namaha.

(गुरुर्ब्रह्मा गुरुर्विष्णु र्गुरुर्देवो महेश्वरः I गुरुः साक्षात् परं ब्रह्म तस्मै श्री गुरवे नमः || )…… the essence of this Sloka is O, Guru! Thou art the creator, Thou art the preserver and Thou art the destroyer. O Lord! We salute you. The Destroyer here means the destroyer of ignorance or the reformer of knowledge,  so Guru is considered the equivalent of the supreme God. Teaching is a divine process and learning is a divinity.

 

This gracious day right now drives me over my memory lane to my good old days of teaching as well as schooling. Today's teachers are energetic, enthusiastic, have ample cognition and are ready to refresh their knowledge, whereas the retired teachers are thought to be old drying streams. whatever water of experience is left with them will be worth sharing,

 

At the outset, I would quote a few of the experiences I encountered as a teacher. It is not only my experience because almost all the teachers have such ones in their lives.

 

Once I went to Amruta Hospital to visit a patient. After the visit, I came down to the compound. The Sun was at the summit of His brightness. Suddenly, a youth headed to me unfolded his umbrella and kept it over my head. I wondered who he must be. “ Ma’am, I am Vinod, you were my class madame and I was a bit naughty too,” he said. I remembered him. 

 

One day my spouse and I went to a daycare for my grandson. Suddenly the headteacher stood up from her chair, came to me, bowed down and touched my feet. She was my student. She was touching my heart at that time.

 

Some other time I was admitted to a hospital for my polyp surgery. The gynaecologist Dr. Latha  came to my room and said with concern, “ Ma’am, I read your name on the name-board, my instinct asked me to see if it was you.”

 

I was much delighted at all these occurrences. There will be a good many numbers of such experiences, which are the real accolades or awards, we the teachers bag. 

 

The tale of Teachers’ Day in India starts in 1962. Teachers’ Day was born on this soil on the birthday of Dr. Radhakrishnan.  Dr. Radhakrishnan was the first vice president and the second president of independent India. He was a highly celebrated teacher, a thinker, a philosopher, a writer, a statesman, an academician too and above all a great scholar. He was the Vice Chancellor of two universities. In 1962, when his followers were about to celebrate his birthday, to salute him on account of his scholarship, he opined that the teachers should be honoured instead of his birthday celebration. So, his birthday, the 5th of September of every year happened to be Teachers’ Day. Our Mother India was lucky enough to give birth to an eminent patriotic son on the 5th of September 1888 and he bade farewell to the nation on the 17th of 1975.

 

We, the pedagogical community strive through a path paved for us,  which of late, is not so smooth as it was. The education process earlier was marinated with values and ethics,  somewhat till a decade before. But now values have vanished hither and thither. The teachers do not acquire as much respect as their predecessors used to. We feel a dearth of respect and concern now. But one cannot say that they have fully evaporated. Sparks of good behaviour loom in children.

 

The word teacher can be expanded thus talk, encouragement, action, care, help, efficiency and righteousness. Moreover, the teachers love, pamper, inspire, guide, correct, support and advise their students. They are noble and set examples for the students. They instil values in children and serve as role models for the students. Parents and teachers are the two categories of people who don’t envy the young ones. Teachers expect nothing but only the fragrance of hard work and its good upshot from the students. If teachers run short of empathy and sympathy for the students, they should enter into an introspection. The teachers and students should analyse the day’s actions every day and plan to settle or fix the lapses and falsities.

 

What can be the position of teachers in young minds, first, second, third or none? An easy answer you cannot pull out from the inner chamber of your mind. Your heartiness should shake hands first with your parents of course, who only take you to teachers, and second to the Gurus and then God. Math, Pitha, Guru and God(मात पिता गुरु प्रभु) is the maxim.

 

Siblings and kin are separate entities and they deserve their seat in your mind. 

Drive, determination, dedication and devotion are the keywords to attain the destination.

 

Students, you are brought in the form of fresh seedlings,  the teachers sow them in the classroom soil, water them with care, manure them with love and nurture them with knowledge and they grow and become beautiful blooms, ready to exhibit sweet smiles by the time they are about to bid adieu from the school. And in the now, you are capable of choosing a way which will carry you to a bright future.  The teachers are the sculptors, who mould young minds into mind-catching sculptures.

 

Along with love, trust, good conduct, peace, and non-violence, the students should listen, adapt and act with guidance from the teachers, you can reap gold and diamonds in your life.  The teachers help you directly or by expressive style indirectly to be noble, humble, and pure in behaviour. When you imbibe all these qualities you will become powerful and be able to conquer any heights of success.

  

Quotes from Dr. Radhakrishnan-  The true teachers are those who help us think ourselves. Teachers should be the best minds in the country. Knowledge gives us power, and love gives us fullness. 

Yes, these quotes proclaim the important role teachers should play in shaping the nation’s future. 

Teachers, please remember that it is the the students that make you the teacher and beloved students please understand that your Teachers make you students in your life.

 

 

Dead Ears!

 

It was then that the silence took charge of the sky,

all the eyes of that area were closed,  no stars in their

 kingdom, though starry the night was, the clouds

 dethroned them, breaking boundaries of acts set,

 and sitting on the throne started beating the Earth;

 using thousands and thousands of sticks.

Mother Earth pours affection and abundant love

on her children, cares for them, feed them, 

provide them air and water, fixes their problems

 of heat and cold by fitting coolers and heaters,

humming a tune of lullaby for their sound sleep;

but tore away Mother Earth’s hides, her children,

shove her hair to sell for lakh-lakh rupees,

 did Surgeries on her flesh with no complaints of ailments.

They hurt her and injured her, causing unendurable pain;

she pleaded with them, cried, bewailed, but her

words fell into dead ears with no compassion,

she lamented, shed tears of pain, complained

turning left to write on her bed seeking a soothe;  

high hills she pampered in her lap as her darling,

toppled, fell down and in haste, swallowed all

that they met with- houses and inmates in hundreds.

And the Flora and fauna that had thought they were

evergreen and no Yama* could carry away to his

Empire, in which he sentences death to Earth residents,

the cloud flowed and flooded tears of sympathy

 for their pal the Earth, who yields Romance-filled

 glance to him always and the lesions her progeny

renders her, he couldn’t tolerate and so,

 added, he fats to the irrigating river.

And she, the river too started gulping lives,

The masters of ceremonies of that domain.

Nature though nurtures us, sure she will kill us

for the apathy, we possess for her.

 Yama*- God of Death in Hindu mythology.

 

പകപോക്കൽ!

              പകപോക്കൽ!

       വൃത്തം-മണിമഞ്ജരി

“മഴയെ!നീ കാട്ടുവതെന്തെന്നറിയുന്നോ?

മിഴികൾ നിറച്ചീടും ക്രൂരകർമ്മം.

ദ്യുവിൽ  ഞങ്ങൾ  വേനലിൽ നിന്നെ കാത്തുനിൽപ്പൂ,

അവകാശമല്ലെ നിൻ സാമീപ്യങ്ങൾ?

കരുതലും സ്നേഹവും ഞങ്ങൾ വയ്പ്പൂ ഹൃത്തിൽ

തരുവാൻ  നിനക്കായ്, ചൊരിഞ്ഞീടുമ്പോൾ.

പരമായി നീ വന്നു മന്ദമാരിയായീ

അരികിലെത്തീ ഞങ്ങൾക്കിഷ്ടമായീ.

മണിമുത്തുപോലുള്ള നീയോ പ്രബലയായ്

മരതകപ്പച്ചയേ തൊട്ടുണർത്തീ.

ഇരുൾവീണ വേളയിൽ  പരിചോടുറങ്ങുമ്പോൾ

നരരേ ബലമായീ പുല്കിയില്ലേ?

ഉരുവായി  നിന്നൊരാ  കുന്നിന്നുരു ഹൃദ്യം ,  

ഉരുൾപൊട്ടലായ് വീണു കവർന്നു ജീവൻ.

ഉരുൾപൊട്ടി ഉൾനീറീ വിടചൊല്ലിയനേകർ,

അരുമയായ് കെട്ടിപ്പടുത്ത സ്വത്തും.   

ഉടയവർ,ഉടയാട, സൗഹൃദം, സ്വത്തുക്കൾ,

ഉടമസ്ഥരേ വിട്ടു പോയ് മറഞ്ഞൂ.

തനുവിന്റെയംഗങ്ങൾ വേർപെട്ടു പോയവർ,

മനവും പ്രതീക്ഷയും  ബന്ധവും പോയ്.

തടിനിയും  തടിച്ചൊരു വന്യമാം പുഴയായി

അടവിയേ,വിഴുങ്ങിയൊ? കാണ്മതില്ലാ.

വ്യഥതൻ കരിമേഘം പരന്നവിടെയെല്ലാം,

കദനഗാനം മൂളിയന്തരീക്ഷം.”

“ മഴയെന്ന ഞാനെന്നാൽ പണ്ടുപണ്ടേയുണ്ട്,

കുഴയുന്ന കാര്യം ഞാൻ ചെയ്യുകില്ലാ.

മനുജരേ! വേണ്ടതാം സാമഗ്രി നിങ്ങൾക്കായ്

മനമോടെ തന്നില്ലേ ഭൂമിദേവീ?

അവനിതൻ  മക്കളാO തരുലതാദികളേ 

അതിമോഹമായ് നിങ്ങൾ കൊന്നതില്ലേ? 

മനവും കടുത്തോരു വിങ്ങലിന്നിരയായി 

തനുവും ക്ഷതത്താലേ   നീറിക്കാണും.

വസുധയ്ക്കു നൊമ്പരം സഹിയാതെ വന്നപ്പോൾ 

വശംമാറിയെങ്ങാൻ കിടന്നതാവാം.

മടിയിലിരുന്നോരാ  കുന്നു തലകുത്തി

അടിയിൽപ്പെട്ടുപോയ്  ചെറുമക്കളും. 

ക്ഷമയോ ക്ഷമയുടെ നെ ല്ലിപ്പടികണ്ടു

അമിതമാം ദ്രോഹം പൊറുത്തില്ലവൾ.

പ്രകൃതിമാ നിങ്ങളെ സ്നേഹിച്ചീടുന്നെന്നാൽ

പകപോക്കിടും  നോവസഹ്യമായാൽ.”

ഉരു= ദേഹം, ബൃഹത്ത് 

The eventual upshot!

 

 

 

The official, a police officer during his duty,

his heart’s noncooperation threw him down

 at the midst of a riot displayed by the energy

 of college students  entrapped him in a circle,

on account of their silly demand for a delay

in their exams on the advent of a strike.

 

They want their scores to score accolades

qualifying them to be charmed by companies;

 two weeks’ leave for the exams, they feel

 will provide them with convenience  

to be fully convergent in the academics,

their need didn’t get a nod from the polity.

 

Out of rule and beyond the principal’s power,

postponing may cause to the entire system

impediments irreparable in a way unacceptable

to parents, students and teachers as well,

as it may affect the destined and scheduled

assignments to accomplish on time.

 

An ambulance with its horn shouting a loud siren

held the patient abreast and sped and

 flashed through the crowd on the street

to arrive at the destination with no holdup,

 the hospital’s attendance  declared that

 the doctor concerned was absent that day.

 

 The doctor’s  nonexistence ruled the situation

adding agony in minds present there, resulting

in utter confusion to a greater degree,

grave will be the surroundings’, if not

 the doctor’s attention  cuddles the patient,

for its dearth may invite a death there.

 

Life should stay with him for his spouse and kids;

in an eventual upshot, an experienced physician

 gave birth to a new confidence in his mind.

 

 

 

 

 

The Morning Ride!

It was 4:30 dawn; Mr Shaju, an office  clerk, stood at the window, thinking something, and suddenly woke up his home-maker wife, Sheeja, “Take a ride let’s.”

“So early. Are you mad?”

“Get ready, interesting in this chill.”

“Our darling?.”

“Lay him on your shoulder.” 

The three were on the scooter, within half an hour. Rode through the silent beautiful daybreak, Sheeja kept a humming tune on her lips, eyeing the coconut trees, standing tall as if they were the leaders of all trees. There were no birds, no beasts and very few vehicles proclaiming the ownership of the street.

They had to cross a bridge, which a bit was broken on one side. Shaaju in a thrill was riding fast, alas! The scooter fell into the river. A country fishing boat was there, fishing with a fishing line. Luckily, two fishermen witnessed the scene, rushed to the spot and with much effort they saw the accident victims lying in their boat. Doctors, hospitals, medicines etc. brought two victims back to life but for the son. Months passed, the parents recovered slowly from the sorrow and all is well now, but the story ends not.

A stranger, Rajan, visited Shaju, introducing himself as a sympathizer. His pleasing manners during the endearing talk won both hearts.

“ Does any of you know swimming?” Rajan.

“ Yes, Shaju is skilful, but me not at all,” Sheeja.

 She went to the kitchen to make tea.

“O, that is why Shaju had no problem in the water at that time,” the stranger.

“Yeah, I swam; and reached the boat.”

“ Have you any insurance?”

Shaju read between the lines thus, “Maybe he an Insurance-agent, seeking a policy from us,” and said, “ We live with elegant sufficiency; I have the Insurance for twenty lakh rupees. Sorry, don’t need, further.”

“ One policy in wife’s name too...” Rajan.

“Can’t, this amount is in wife’s name?”

Smelling fishy, Rajan, a police officer in disguise, elicited the fact on such questions - Shaju wanted two birds with one stone, to make his new love his spouse, getting rid of the hurdle of better half and his son and obtain a good insurance amount.

 

 

 

Night!

 

Haiku!

Night! 

 

The watcher, Night 

murmurs, he cannot slumber. 

Moon and Stars rejoice.

 

Day!

Poor Night stands till Day

comes, but she drives him away.

Night poor is so sad.

 

Handsome!

Moon and Stars show Night 

some light at times to enjoy.

Night becomes handsome.

 

Game!

Day and Night play a 

game, Hide and Seek, they win not. 

They have no meeting.

 

I do Want to Say Something!

 

 

I was a celebrity, and for you, divine,

for your every step, I was your spirit,

I was your backbone, I was your home-mate,

and I was your pal of all pals, right!

 

For kitchen-mundane, a diary

the homemaker's diary to scribble the need;

me her helper helps her, then no worry,

and lists the items, she couldn't avoid.

 

Writers vomit the ideas of their self,

and I am there, wherever they go;

winners gain me as gifts and I

lie with them in my new golden garb.

 

Office people, ticket checkers, doctors

and all are there in my counting column,

farm workers and their masters for records,

 assist them and that is solemn.

 

 I with delight, sleep with people

of all kinds and pupils of all schools;

they wanted a good bed for me 

that they got in their apparel stitched.

 

I slept in serene places of rest

and now I am thrown at corners,

and in petite spots and 

in dirty bins; I await my last breath.

Alas! My celebrity status vanished,

the laptops and phones encroached on 

to my compound and I am far-chased;

I, your PEN, see my adieu forever.

 

ആ ദിനം

ഗാനം 

നീലനീരദം  പന്തലൊരുക്കും,

കാലേ നമുക്കുവേണ്ടി ഹായ് ! 

തേൻപനീർ പുഷ്‌പമായി വന്നു നീ 

മാനസം മൗലിയാക്കുമോ?

കണ്ണുകൾകൊണ്ടു കൈമാറി നമ്മൾ  

ഉള്ളിൽപ്പൊങ്ങിയ സന്ദേശം.

ഉന്മാദപൂർവ്വം നെഞ്ചത്തിൽ വച്ചു,

നിന്റെ ചിത്രം പ്രിയമായി.

  

മന്ദമാരുതൻ  കൂട്ടുവന്നിടും 

എന്നരികിൽ നീ വന്നീടൂ.

പൊൻപ്രാവുകളായ്  വിണ്ണിൽ പറക്കാം 

പെണ്ണെ!   വൈകല്ലെയെത്തുവാൻ.

 

 സ്വപ്നപൂർത്തിക്കായ്  വരൂ കരളേ!

സുന്ദരകാലം പാകമായ്.

ഒന്നായി,ത്തീരുമാ  ദിനം കാത്തു 

വന്നുവിളിപ്പൂ  ധിറുതീ. 

 

Two Friends!

  

 

 

Varija, the only daughter of her parents, whose presence was a cheer to the world, surrounded her. The obedient, hardworking girl always won the hearts of her teachers, proving excellence in academics. She and her friend, Meghna used walking to the school, which fell at a close distance. Comparison of marks, mode and module of teachers, school ambience, its green velvety cuteness, etc. had their space on the friends’ tongues. The tree pals giving company to them in the break shaded them from the son's ire.

On a Tuesday, the phone call from the school, Varija’s mom, Vanaja attended, “Why was Varija absent for long? Not well?”

“Ma’am, you are mistaken. She comes to school every day. The usual time she is back home also.”

“Then please come to the school,” the teacher said.

The same forte happened with Meghna also.

The next day, the parents and their daughters were in the principal’s room at the scheduled time. The principal and the class teachers understood that the girls started from home, but their route was not to the school. Questions on parks, theatre, friends’ domiciles, restaurants and so on moved from mouth to mouth and loomed in vain. The girls were grieving without uttering anything. Their eyes said a saga of fret, while mouths were kept in a silent mode.

The school staff left the place, leaving the children with their mothers for personal counselling. Affectionate, tolerant and rebuking words in various tones and doting strokes did not affect them. They had stitched their mouths with silence. Eventually, Vanaja played her trump card, bidding goodbye to her daughter; she said she would be going yonder, not wanting to stay with her daughter anymore. And that act did bear its fruits that the already dejected girl narrated everything.

“ Meghna’s Neighbour-uncle guided Meghna to a hotel, showering her with sweet inspiring-type words and glittering covert gifts. He presented her before some vultures and photographed the scenes in the hotel. Using those scenes, he blackmailed and threatened the poor girl for trapping her friend, and Varija fell prey to that conspiracy. What they were doing was in a room in the hotel they had to change their uniforms into pretty apparel and in the evening they did vice-versa. Now, Varija had to bring another girl; the game would earn him a handsome revenue. 

The picture was unsubtle; information was passed on to the Police, and they did not delay to handcuff the culprits. Their fathers' transfer requests were addressed positively. Erasing all long-lasting impressions, the girls, now grownups paint flying colours around.

 

Dipped in Distress!

  

Yes, he was alone, to extend

None are there, a helping hand,

Alone is not a fitting word,

Because his mom, long she cannot stand.

Ha! One thing, he is a widower,

 Alas! Destiny has stolen His dear,

Gifting her Dengue as her partner

That stayed for a week with her.

Her mind dammed streams of her tears;

She never wanted fast a visa to the Paradise

God claimed her last deep breaths;

Cadaver hers was ornate with wreaths,

Leaving her lame mother-in-law,

Loving hubby, favourite household,

Lovely fauna, her home, much preferred, 

She chose her residence above, her final abode.

The sweet nuptial days, fate swept away,

The viruses showed cheek on their way,

While approaching the man’s wife,

Who left the poor man wailing.

The man, having a blue-collar job,

Always had in his aid his heart-throb;

Having dipped in distress, braced a noose;

His ma but became a silver lining in his noesis.

The Modest Girl!

Shooranaadu Hamlet is a cute little lady with her panoramic beauty, known for her uniqueness. There stay the modest girl, Sharanya and her parents, Mrs.Jyothi and Mr.Sudeep. The word happiness we can attribute to that menage, no doubt. Sudeep is abroad in an offshore place, therfore, his presence at home is frequent; Jyothi is a teacher. She sowed the seeds of all the values and qualities in Sharanya in her childhood.

 

A little detail about Sharanya- she was born to her parents, who obtained the precious child after a wait of ten years with prayers in their spousal life. Prayers like‘Uruli Kamazhththal’( An offering in the temple, in which a traditional large cookware is made upside down for accomplishing wishes) were done by the couple.

 

On completing her twelfth grade Shari alias Sharanya, chose the Engineering Degree Course a bit far. Jyothi had felt her daughter’s absence with much apprehension. But still, she did not permit her tears to see the outside world. Unlike the other college-mates, Sharanya upheld her tradition and wore the village model apparel with makeup nil. She was in love with her studies, which landed her in a multi-national company in Bangalore. Here, the bidding goodbye of the dear daughter broke off the control of the clouds of her anguish, resulting in a heavy rainfall in Amma’s( Mother) eyes.

 

Soon, she recovered from the feel of the vacuum created by her daughter because the latter celebrated frequent phone calls and video calls with her parents. Instagram and WhatsApp messages played their roles well in maintaining their connectivity. Shari’s childhood provided her Amma with opportunities to spin a golden thread of wishful dreams about her daughter’s studies, job and marriage.

 

Now the spinning reached its pinnacle, so she said, “ We have to find a suitable groom for our daughter, who would prefer her lovely modesty,”

 

 In the meantime, Amma used to press her daughter too to be prepared for the life of a life, “ Amma, don’t worry, I’ll go with your wish, not now, wait.”

 

Achchan(Father) also thought, “ She hasn’t gone old. Let her enjoy a couple of years more.”

 

That day,Jyothi was carrying tea to her husband in the sit-out. To their surprise, they saw two youths, a boy with his short hair, wearing short knickers and the other one, whom Jyothi could not make out as a boy or girl, had long hair and wore full pants. Both had browned hairs.

 

But she was mistaken because the one in knickers was female, who had put lipstick on her lips. On careful watch, Jyothi could not digest what she saw there.Suddenly, she thundered, “ Mole(darling), is it you in this shape! O! God, what am I seeing?”

 

Very composed was Sharanya and said in a fleecy voice,” Amma, Achcha, he is Arun Aroda. He is my hubby. From Delhi. Register marriage.”

 

The couple’s lingual organs sank in the deep of their mouths. As Jyothi was about to slap her daughter, Sudeep,"No, Jyothi, no, time has changed, it is new gen style. Now we have to change.”

നോവിന്റെ നീരൊഴുക്ക് !

ചിത്തത്തിന്നാഴങ്ങളിൽ 

           നോവിന്റെ നീരൊഴുക്കായ്,

ഉത്തരയുടെ ക്ഷേത്രം 

           നിർജ്ജീവം മാനസവും. 

മോശമായതിൻ ഹേതു

      പെട്ടെന്നുണർന്നൂ വൃഷ്ടി.

മട്ടുമാറിയ വർഷം

         പിണമഞ്ചമെത്തിച്ചു.

ഭർത്താവും പൊന്നുമോനും 

     ഛായാചിത്രമായ്  മാറി, 

മൊത്തത്തിലനാഥയായ്

       ജീവിതവീഥിതന്നിൽ.

ഉത്തരയ്ക്കുത്തരമോ    

         ഹൃദിയെത്തിയുമില്ല.

ഉത്തരമില്ലാ പ്രശ്നം  

          ബലൂൺപോലുള്ളിൽ വീർത്തു.

ഉത്തുംഗക്കുന്നിൻ മേലെ 

        ഉത്തമൻ തൻ കുടുംബ-

മുത്തമസ്വപ്നങ്ങൾതൻ 

         കുടക്കീഴിലായ് നിന്നൂ.

  “പത്തുപണമുണ്ടാക്കി 

          വയ്ക്കണമൊരാലയം,”

ചിത്തങ്ങൾ നിലകൊണ്ടു

            കനവിൻ കുടക്കീഴിൽ.

സ്വന്തം ഗേഹവാസത്തിൻ 

           മോഹഹാരം കോർത്തവർ

സന്തോഷക്കാറ്റിലായി

       ചാഞ്ചാടിയവർനിന്നു.

ഉത്തുംഗശാഖിയിലായ്

      തേനീച്ച തേൻ വയ്ക്കുമ്പോൽ,

ശുദ്ധനാം വീടിൻ നാഥൻ   

              ശേഖരിച്ചൽപ്പം ധനം.

 എത്തിനോക്കിച്ചിരിച്ചു  

               പുത്തൻ വർഷത്തിൻ ചിങ്ങം,

 പെയ്ത്തിന്റെ പനീർത്തുള്ളി  

              തളിച്ചു ഭൂവിലീശൻ.

 മേഘം ഗർജ്ജിച്ചൂ വൃഷ്ടി  

        കാളിയമർദ്ദനമായ്.

ശോകഗാനത്തിന്നീണം 

        മൂകമായ് ചുറ്റും നിന്നു.

വൻരമ്യമന്ദിരവും    

           പൊക്കത്തിൽ പാദപങ്ങൾ,

മിന്നൽ തോൽക്കും വേഗത്തി-

          ലോടും വണ്ടികൾ ഭോജ്യം.

കിട്ടിയതൊക്കെത്തിന്നു 

           മുന്നേറി വർഷപാതം,

നഷ്ടമായുത്തരതൻ

            തോഷത്തിൻ കല്ലോലവും. 

ശാപ്പാടു പൂർണ്ണമായി

          പിൻവാങ്ങി മാരിയെക്ഷി.

അപ്പോഴോ മോഹിച്ചവൾ 

        വന്യമൃഗാന്നമാകാൻ.  

ഇച്ഛയ്ക്കും ഭംഗത്തിനും 

            കാലദേശങ്ങളില്ലാ 

ഇച്ഛയോയെന്നുമെന്നും  

          മർത്യനിൽക്കൂടു കൂട്ടും.

വിരവേയുള്ളിൽമേവും

       പൈതലോ പൊന്തിവന്നു 

 “മരണം വരിക്കില്ലാ

            കടയ്ക്കു ജീവനേകും."

വിധിയോ സ്വന്തം  തട്ടിൽ

          മർത്യനായ്  വച്ചതെല്ലാം, 

കയത്തിൽ വീണെന്നാലും  

          സ്വീകരണം , കരണം.

ക്ഷേത്രം= ശരീരം 

പത്തനം= വീട്