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Poetry - "peace poems" by Dr. Vijaya Nayak often voices on behalf of those whose voice couldn't reach the society.

A   Christmas   Message   for   2017

My good neighbour, I don’t even know your name!
however, in view of the air we share, ground we tread,
as did our forefathers and our fledglings to come,
who would so proudly toddle before they walk of course,
in view of the much aspired purity of water, then as now..
and years to come, it looks and sounds the same!
Sounds the same, did I say?!
Yes, indeed, like the music from the willows in the wood,
like the overture from a time withstood bamboo bush,
like the rhythmical lullaby that hushes a tired costal
village to a restorative sleep, or, like the roaring tides
from an ocean afar encouraging to be fit and well,
yes, my dear it all sounds the same, what is more,
it sounds lilting, easy to spell, even by your young
niece Ethel, no, it is not razzmatazz, so much
as P E A C E! you rejoice the simple and pure
waves of peace, at home, as your tour,
for a conference as you prepare or even as
you absorb in your computer or a calculator
for that matter, or simply as you set asail,
or simply amble along with the swans, who
like you, are so ‘locals’ to the lake as you are
to the land, rejoice peace, even from the top
of a ‘met-tower’, from an office, a lab,
a or a ministerial chamber! usher in peace..
Do you know, while being teased by the sun beams
in mid morning or challenged by an unexpected
down pour, Why! even through the blizzards sent by
The Creator one can feel the peace smile!
Yet, alas! it is the experience of the world and not
just mine, that the man made hazards and
disasters and the deafeningly horrifying
waves of a bomb blast which so ruthlessly
attempt to rip open the belly of Mother Earth,
asphyxiates peace, albeit temporarily,
yes, I insist, temporarily in
comparison to the worship worthy
magnanimity of our Mother Earth, so please,
let me, humbly plea, with peace, let us detox if
we have to, each time as we worship, because
Mother Earth who is simply ‘Nature’ for many,
is much more powerful than a bomber’s
cognition, patient She may be, but one warning
from Mother Earth, however forgiving She is,
will take the toll, sadly of the kith and kin of
the mindless destroyer, to remind as it were,
of their limited vision and their ‘ even much
more limited’ care and compassion.
So, friends, uphold PEACE as Power,
and not just as yet another process of giving up,
Let us do it with faith and vigour,
that would be the true worship of Nature, our saviour!
show Her we care, preserve what is the fare share
of coming generation alike that of Iain,
Ali, Narender, Sheelaugh or Selva Rajan.
Promote peace as the pathway for success..
Yes, know this doctrine which I have learnt,
it is ancient, peace TAKES ROOT with love,
care and compassion, over indulgence, greed and
vengeance can poison the best of your intention.
Let us together NURTURE peace, thank Mother Earth,
for, She lets us know the secret codings of saplings
that flourish, here friends, the saplings of smile,
that of peace and success, have faith.
Prosperity, like the most adored ,ancient
and rich pomegranate will soon open up,
yes, revealing the bounty of prosperity
for all and not just for a few, such is the opulence
of peace as power! Not just that, my friends,
PEACE as POWER will yield, pure water, new rivers,
pure air, fertile, unscarred Earth, protected
from Injury and insults will joyfully bring back
the colour to the corals in the Ocean bed,
honey will never go bitter again, the sky
will remain enchantingly blue,
what can I say, the messenger pigeons
will return once again, quickly catching the clue!
All this and more, makes one thing certain,
Just as the much needed vitality, the strength
of the mind and the astute sense of equality,
Peace as power, as a well nurtured faculty
of the highest quality, has to remain ingrained
as an indelible secret coding of preservation..
of our planet with pious serenity, along with
with HER people, parakeets, pachyderm,
panther, plants, prosperity, not to mention
the unparalleled panorama, for, all belongs
to Her, we are only the guests here.. it is only that
with the unique ray of wisdom that proclaims
Peace as Power, we can see it all better!

So, friends,
It is only one Planet and one Christmas,
It is only one Planet and one Diwali Diwas,
One planet and one Bar Mitzvah and one Eid,
Let us celebrate together,
Adam, Aditi, Abel and Wahid!

Thus Spake The Stalk

Thank you Lord for making me
Truly and totally altruistic,
For keeping within me the soft strength
Which is ever so mystique..
Rocks crumble, mountains tumble,
the flexible stalk however sustains it all, rather well,
even in storms and tempests, nourishing
as it embellishes the floral glory
petal by petal

holding them together, when the time is
right, yes, only in the minds of enlightened
as the wisdom and purity to shine,
knowing that the final place of each lotus

thus nourished is in the Lake of Kindness,
in the heart of the LORD

How will you hunt with out being TAUGHT?
whom we address as supreme DIVINE..

did you hear the petals tremulously
whispering,’ thanks again, amen’

ನಾನಿರುವಲ್ಲಿ..

ನಾನಿರುವಲ್ಲಿ, ನನ್ನ ಪರಿಸರದಲ್ಲಿ
ನನ್ನ ಕೃತಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿ, ಮತ್ತೆ ನನ್ನ ಮನ, ಸ್ಮೃತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಅನಂತ ನೀನು ನಲಿದಾಡುತ್ತಿರು ಕೃಷ್ಣ..
ನಿನ್ನ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಯಲಯದಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಹೃದಯ ಮಿಡಿಯುತ್ತಿರಲಿ
ನಾ ಬರೆವ ಕನ್ನಡದನುಡಿಮಾಲೆ ಮಣಿದೀಪಗಳೇ ತಾವಾಗಿ
ಬೆಳಗುತ್ತಿರಲಿ ನಿನ್ನ ಸುತ್ತ.. ನಿನ್ನನ್ನೇ ನೆನಸುತ್ತಾ..

ನೀ ನರಸುತ್ತಾ ಬಂದಿದ್ದೆಅಂದು ನಾ ಬವಳಿಬಿದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ
ಬಳಿನಿಂದು ನೀನುಸಿರಿದ್ದೆ ಮೆಲ್ಲನೆ ನನ್ನಾತ್ಮಕ್ಕೆ
ಮಾತ್ರವೇ ಕೇಳುವಂತೆ,’ ಎದ್ದೇಳು ಬೆಳಗಲಿದೆ ಬಾಳು’
ಬರುವ ಸಂಕ್ರಾಂತಿಗೆ ಮೂವತ್ತುವರುಷ, ನಿಜ ಕೃಷ್ಣ, ನಾ ಬರೆದದ್ದೇ
ಹೌದು, ನಿನ್ನನ್ನಾಪಾದಿಸಿದ್ದೇ ಹೌದು,
"ನಿನ್ನನೆಂತು ನಂಬಲೋ ದೇವ, ಕೊಟ್ಟು ಕಸಿವ ಕೇಶವ"
ಎಂದು ಬರೆದಿದ್ದೆ.. ಮಗುವಿನ ಮುಂದೆಇತ್ತು ಅವಳ’ಅಪ್ಪೈಯ್ಯ’ ನವರ ಶವ
ನನ್ನೆದೆಯಲ್ಲಾಗಲೇ ಬೇಗುದಿಯ ದಳ್ಳುರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕಣ್ಣೀರು
ಆವಿಯಾಗಿ, ಮಗುವಿನ’ ನಾಳ’ಗಾಗಿ ನಿನ್ನೆವರೇಗಿರದ ಅಪೂರ್ವ
ಪ್ರಜ್ಜ್ವಲತೆ ಪಣವಾಗಿ ಬೆಳಗಿತ್ತು ..

’ನಾನಿರುವವರೇಗೆ, ನಾವಿಬ್ಬರೂ ಇರುವಂತೆಯೇ ಬೆಳೆದಾಳು ಮಗು,ಲಿ
ಬಾಳಿಬೆಳಗಿಯಾಳು’ ಎಂದು ತಿಳಿಸಿ ಬೀಳ್ಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದೆ,ಲಿ
ಹೊಸ್ತಿಲು ದಾಟಿ ಅವರ ಹಿಂದೆಯೇ ಹೋಗಲ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ..ಲಿ
ಸಾಯಲೆಳಸಿದರೂ ಸಾಯಲಿಲ್ಲ.. ಆ ಪ್ರಜ್ಜ್ವಲತೆಯಲ್ಲಿಲಿ
ನೀನೇಇದ್ದಿರಬೇಕು.. ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯೇ ನಮ್ಮಿಬ್ಬರನ್ನುಲಿ
ದುಖ್ಖಾಗ್ನಿ ಯಿಂದ ರಕ್ಷಿಸಿ ಶಾಂತಿ ಸಂಜೀವಿನಿ ಸಿಂಪಡಿಸಿಲಿ
ಹರಸಿರಬೇಕು..

‘ಧರಾ ಧರಸುತಾ ಧನ್ಯಾ ಧರ್ಮಿಣೀ ಧರ್ಮವರ್ಧಿನೀ‘ಲಿ
ಯೆಂದು ನಾನಾರಾಧಿಸಿದಾಗ..ಲಿ
ಲೋಕಾತೀತಾ ವರ್ಣಾತೀತಾ ಸರ್ವಾತೀತಾ ಶಮಾತ್ಮಿಕಾಲಿ
ಎಂದಂದು ನಾನು ಶ್ರೀಲಲಿತೆಯ ಮಡಿಲಲ್ಲಿ ತಲೆಇಟ್ಟಾಗಲಿ
ತಲೆನೇವರಿಸಿ ಬಾಳಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಮತ್ತೆಶಕ್ತಿಚೇತನವನ್ನುಲಿ
ಮೂಡಿಸಿದವನು ನೀನೇ ಇರಬೇಕು.. ಯಾಕಂತಿಯಾ,

ನಿನ್ನನ್ನೇ ಯೆಲ್ಲೆಡೆಯಲ್ಲೂಕಾಣುವ ನನ್ನನ್ನು
ಕಟಾಕ್ಷ ಕಿಂಕರೀಭೂತಕಮಲಾಕೋಟಿ ಸೇವಿತಾ, ವಿಷ್ಣುರೂಪಿಣೀ
‘ಶಮಾತ್ಮಿಕಾ‘ ಳನ್ನಾಗಿ ಮಾಡಿದ ಅನುಭವ! ಆ ಬೆಳಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ,
ಶ್ರೀಲಲಿತೆಯನ್ನು ನಿನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ, ನಿನ್ನ ಅಧ್ಭುತ ಲೀಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಶ್ರೀಲಲಿತಾ
ಮಹಾತ್ರಿಪುರ ಸುಂದರಿಯ ವೈಭವ ವನ್ನು ಕಂಡ ನನಗೆ
ಸ್ವರ್ಗವೇ ನಾನಿರುವಲ್ಲಿ!!“ಕೊಟ್ಟು ಕಸಿವ ಕೇಶವನಲ್ಲನೀನು
ಮನ್ನಿಸು.. ನನ್ನನ್ನೇ ಹವಿಸನ್ನಾಗಿಸಿ ನಾನಡೆಸಿದ ಜೀವನಕ್ಕೆ
ನೀನು ತಲುಪಿಸಿದೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿ, ಅದೇ ಸೊಗಸು..

ರೂಪುಗೊಂಡಿಹುದಿಂದು ತಿಳಿಜೀವನದ ಹೊಂಗನಸು..
ವಿದ್ಯಾ ಸಂಪನ್ನೆ ಮಗಳು, ಸಂತೃಪ್ತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊಳೆದಿವೆ ಕಂಗಳು
ಬಕುತಿಯೇನೆಂದರಿಯದಿದ್ದರೂ ಶಿರಬಾಗಿದೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಲ್ಲೇ..
ನಿನ್ನಲೀಲೆ ಯೆಲ್ಲವೂ, ಯೆಲ್ಲ ವೂ ನಿನ್ನಲ್ಲೇ..
ನಿನ್ನಹೆಜ್ಜೆಯಲಯಕ್ಕೆ ಮಿಡಿದಿದೆ ಜೀವ, ಜೀವನ,
ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ನಿರಂತರ ಸ್ಪಂದನ, ಹೌದು.. ಅದೇ ಕೃಷ್ಣಾ,
ಅದೇ ‘ ಆಗಮನ‘,‘ನಿರ್ಗಮನ‘ಕ್ಕತೀತವಾದ ಅಂತ: ಚೇತನ,
ಉಚ್ಛ ಶಿಕ್ಷಣ, ನಿನ್ನರಿವಿನಲ್ಲೇ ಬಾಳು ಸಂಪೂರ್ಣ..

ನನ್ನ ಕೃತಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನೆಲೆಸಿ, ಮನ: ಸ್ಮೃತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನಲಿದಾಡಿ ಕೃಷ್ಣಾ
ನಿನ್ನ ಲಯಕ್ಕನುಸಾರವಾಗಿ ನನ್ನೆದೆಯನ್ನು ಕಂಪಿಸಿ
ಸಾಧ್ಯತೆಯಿಂದ, ಸಿಧ್ಧಿಯೆಡೆಗೆ, ಸಿಧ್ಢಿಯಿಂದ ಸಾಕ್ಷಾತ್ಕರ ದೆಡೆಗೆ
ನಡೆಸುತ್ತಿರುವ ನೀನೇ ಪರಮಪಾವನ
ಇಂದಿನದಿನ, ಕೃಷ್ಣಾ, ನಿನಗರ್ಪಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವೆನು ನಾನು
ಸಹಸ್ರ ನಮನ, ಪ್ರಸನ್ನನಾಗು, ಪವಿತ್ರವಾಗಿರಲಿ
ಎನ್ನಾತ್ಮ ತನುಮನ, ನೀ ನಿರ್ಮಿಸಿ ಹರಸಿದ್ದ
ಈ ಧರೆಗೆ ನೀ ನೀಡು ಶಾಂತಿ ಸಿಂಚನ, ಕಣ್ಣೀರಿದ್ದರೂ
ಬಾಳಿನಲಿ ಒಂದೆರಡು ದಿನ, ನಿನ್ನಸನ್ನಿಧಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕೃಷ್ಣ,
ನಿನ್ನ ನೆನಪಿನಲ್ಲಿ, ಜಗ ನಡೆಯಲಿ ಉನ್ನತಿಯೆಡೆಗೆ ಅನುದಿನ
ಶ್ರೀಕೃಷ್ಣ ನಿನಗೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ಮತ್ತೆ ಸಹಸ್ರ ನಮನ.

ಡಾ. ವಿಜಯಾ ನಾಯಕ್ ದಿನಾಂಕ ೧೨.೧೨.೨೦೧೫
ಜನವರಿ ೨೩ ೧೯೮೬ ರಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊಸ ದೆಹಲಿಯ ಸಿದ್ದಾರ್ಥ ಹೊಟೆಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ
ನಡೆದ ದುರ್ಘಟನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ‘ಹೋದವರ‘ ಇದ್ದು ನೊಂದವರ ನೆನಪಿನೊಂದಿಗೆ.

Morning Prayer

God created Malta, Middle East, Israel and Greece
Along with India, England, Canada and the land of Bruce
He created in nature the aroma, colours and breeze
But nothing is more appealing to mankind
Than the true feeling of Love Hope and Peace
Make it happen, the Omniscient and the very Haven of solace
Make it happen everywhere and for everyone with your sheer GRACE!

- Dr. Vijaya Nayak
3 Aug 2015

Just Born

Just born, not reborn
Never ever also to be forlorn
Let the 'gifts' within me refined as they are,
Get redefined and shine upon the deserving
Make them aware as to how truly worthy they are, Amen!
Despite relentless and arduous path they have trodden
Just by not forgetting through sorrow or dejection
To keep that all vital pilot light within their soul glowing!
Lord, they are making their way towards you
Just the way I have done..

I now feel what it is to bathe constantly, as do the gills of Pisces
On the warm and endless stream of your blessings..
In the yonder years I only knew what it is to go 'without'
How I felt others for no reason explained, did shout
Let it be unending, yes, my renderings, even after
With your permission, I rest meself in the NICHE of
A thrice blessed LOTUS held by you!
I am just happy that you blessed my mission of life,
Just the way you preserved me and gave me
my very first breath in this planet, yes, that is when we first met!
After that I should have had no requests,
just should have sufficed that we met, but, lessons had to be learnt,
at times, at the cost of fingers being burnt,
but, you were there, albeit unbeknown to me,
sprayed the comfort, saw that I was not hurt
as I grew up and learn to evolve myself
I could actually see YOU trough the healing lint
Soaked in a soothing balm as it might appear,
Nevertheless with the quickness of meteoric merit !
I now ask you bestow on me please, similar gift
So that I can, with your thoughts alone as a tool,
Detect the pain without a broken bone or a cut in the vein
Without words, without a gesture or even a sign..
And envigourate them to see YOU, as you know ,
That truly is my vision, passion and mission..
Lord just this once, make them perceive your grace,
Let the seekers feel the joy of being 'born again'
Into the radiance of strength from within,
Generated through serenity, peace and solace
That would simply be enough in essence,
Would it not, to make this world a better place?

- Dr. Vijaya Nayak
2 August 2015

Valour to the end

Shri Mohan Chand Sharma,
Let there be a robust and a well cared for coconut orchard
Where you shed the blood,
Where, with your head still held high you were laid,
so that all the future seekers would look upon you
and be INSPIRED,

yet, all those cowards and the enemies of our land
who hang their heads low be afraid, I mean really afraid
beneath the orchard be spread, like the carpet, the finest
vines of jasmine, hand reared
tenderly to perfection, so that during the cool hours
of every evening the perfume of peoples' memory
of you, in my view, should be reaching you in
partnership with the breeze, the very symbol of life and liberty,
to ETERNITY..

Well done, Mr. Mohan Chand Sharma,
Whatever the profession out of you did demand or command,
You gave it all, your dedication, your professional skills,
Your energy, your blood and your breath, yes, even your life,
You gave it all fighting for the cause with VALOUR till the very end!
Let us together, your deeds cordially commend,
Still, now that you are in Heaven,
on behalf of all of us and yourself please ask this question,
ask the Maker, for, He is the one with one name and many a 'uroof'
"why is the world of duty, purity, dignity and honesty is not bullet proof?"

- Dr. Vijaya Nayak
by- Founder /Director of Manasumanasuma

Aurora

From within the veil of fenestration, frustration, fragmentation and frailty
emerged the reality with its increasing strength, like the rising sun..
with million a beacon of hope, peace and progress
that in turn refracts many an aspiration, many a choice all in one voice
for the world to see, hear and with you to rejoice!
Yes, like many a beacon from rising sun
Without indeed a great deal of ear grating, heart rending and spiritually
Impoverishing explosions from the blazing gun!!
My commendations to you, all patriots of Egypt,
Men and women, young and old..
For, the love for one's country is no less than the treasure in gold.
Let your pathways to peace and progress,
like the AURORA, like the 'VIBGYOR',
like the unending blessings from the Godess of Luxor
continue to unfurl the meaningful spectrum of love..
by that I mean,
the love for the land, love for the fellow human being,
love for the wisdom that is passed on and the ongoing education,
love for art and beauty that portrays the creator and His creation,
love for nature and love for the PEACE as strength and not
just a giving up process, finally the love towards
theTRUE MAKER and MAINTAINER from above, believe you me,
the wealth will flow in soon, like the Nile in monsoon!
My commendations once again, for the people of Egypt,
Remain blessed always, let all the grievances and injustices, be it of
Social or religious by origin be 'hoovered ' away
Just the way you have 'hoovered' Tahrir Square
following the up rise, all fair and square!!

- Dr. Vijaya Nayak

Presented, with all the good wishes for Egypt and people of Egypt, to Egyptian Embassy in London on 14th Feb. 2011

Rabin

(Kaka means uncle but in the true sense a middle man/labourer)

The frayed end of
the sleek cane

Shuddered the floor
as Kaka, thundered 'Wake up'!
with the film of sleep
still oscillating in his limpid eyes..

Rabin serambled on to his feet
for, his swollen knees and
'old' dislocated shoulders
read out the verdict

'it wouldn't be the floor second time'…
for, he was a Majdoor
why should the cane strike the floor
afterall, he was a Majdoor …

Rabin hobbled hundreds yards
behind Kaka
it was still dark
but he was not to be afraid
Raju, his brother, once had said..
where did he go?!

the seven year old wondered
bewildered tender mind pondered …
little did he know
about foot ball or fashion,
little did he know
about the hand stitched products
or the union

All he understood for sure
was that he could, with Raju
buy a sari for his mother
and a little something to sister TUSHAR
…yes Tushar – she was only four

Kaka reminded that
he had to work in place of Raju the whole day
but he knew at seven he gets only half a day's pay—

.. .. Rabin braised himself
as he entered the poorly lit
ill ventilated shed with its work pit –
he is not be afraid – tired
or even bored

.. ..Raju braised himself
as he entered the poorly lit
ill ventilated shed with its work pit –
he is not to be afraid – tired
or even bored
Raju had said – he didn't want
to see the scars on his brother
..Rabin hardly knew the
difference between the Tan and the Leather
just the way he didn't know the
difference between the
festivity and hunger

Kaka piled up a heap of
mansize heels
Needles and the reel
Somehow the seven year old
felt suddenly alone and vulnerable ..
Rabin held a size'10' sole
against the caved in pit of his stomach
he used as an anvil
There was no one with him to feel
no one to appeal .. ..
Sweat poured down his slender body –
he missed a stitch with out a thimble
.. and it was one of the several

Still .. he was thinking
if only someone taught him
how to count, how to cope
his life was one hope against the hope

It was seven O'clock
in twelve hours he hardly had a break
Kaka took him back
it was just as he splashed
the cold water on his face

he thought of his brother again..
.. it was meal time he remembered –

while eating Raju had said
'Tuze Mazduri nahi karne Dega'
on that day Raju ate very little
for, there was no food left for Rabin
and Raju, giving his food had
asked him to hold up his chin….

Where did he go?

suddenly the child lost the appetite
There was a sense of fear
he wished Raju was there..
As he spread the thread bare mat
still lost in his thought

he heard the people shout
he looked out hanging from a window
the mob was walking towards
Kaka's house
Carrying someone wrapped in white
… it was nearing midnight

'Kaka' they shouted
lowering the body of a tender boy
Rabin sprinted out totally confused

Raju – what happened to Raju
Why were they carrying him?

The mob told Kaka that
he was in the Protest march
against the child labour
he had faught until
he fell and was stampeded

Rabin's big brother had succumbed
blood pouring from his ear
… he was one of the many for that year

The child felt sick
sensing the inevitable and the worst
he lowered himself close to his brother
watching the trickle of blood
… There was no time for fear

'He has gone' Kaka gruntled
'You have to get up early'!
Rabin curled against his brother
holding him in his tender arms ..
he showed him his swollen hands
.. there was love and only love..
"no more fear"

Raju laid there motionless
his spirits burning high for RABIN
and for other children
like RABIN
from ASIA,BRAZIL and SPAIN…..
Rabin had dropped off
in fatigue, sadness and pain
.. .. did Raju say .. .. mother's sari must be green
mother loves green!

Next day he woke up
without Kaka's frayed sleek cane

There was no tears – no time to feel the pain
.. un be known to him at the dawn
Rabin's journey has just begun!!

(Join me one and all
let us see that he, with fatigue
doesn't swoon
let him not go without education
join me, let us be holding the dream
the way Raju did for Rabin
until they are at least Nineteen)

Dr Vijaya Nayak 2000

Taptha Ethiopia

Tell Me Mum Tell Me Why

Tel Me Mum, Tel Me Why

Tell me mum, Tell me why,
we Rabbits have to run?

To keep away from the bullets of the gun...
son.... to keep away from the bullets of the gun.

Tell me mum, tell me why,
As whales we have to shy - away
from the shore,
from the warmth of the afternoon & more?

Hush! Keep your head down son...
Tel Me Mum, Tel Me Why Tel Me Mum, Tel Me Why you will know soon,
I'm only protecting you from the
viscious harpoon
Prince of the ocean... do not swoon

Tell me mum, what happened to our honeypot,
As a bee I had saved such a lot,
Mum... My friends and I worked so hard,
What happened to our honeypot,

Ah! come here my babe
Tel Me Mum, Tel Me Why Tel Me Mum, Tel Me Why Let me fan you with my wings... don't choke...

Mum... Mum... I can't breath look at all that smoke!

Mum... what a fine weather
Just look at my feather
All that blue and all that green
Even more beatiful it looks
As I preen specially the green

Flying with you mum is heaven
No wonder they call us
Birds of paradise

Tel Me Mum, Tel Me Why

Watchout... son... watchout
somewhere here is a net
in disguise...
My baby bird of paradise
You hardly know the foresr
You hardely played on the
Natural swings

Like a moving shadow they come
And take away your freedom -
Don't let them capture you soon
Don't let them clip your wings
Try and come home my babe
Don't get caught
But if it is too late
Take courage my son
..Bang your head to the cage
And get away from that bondage
Once for all - come off that bondage..

Ruffled might appear your plumage
But certainly not your spirit
For, mum from this very branch
Will wait.. yes .. from dawn to sunset

.. if it is too late you be an Epithet
For justice and freedom
My son you be an Epithet
As mum waits
From dawn to sunset..

Mum I know now
Just how much parents love us all
But as i recall, we elephants are strong
And to them we did no wrong
Tell me mum, tell me why
I still have to be close by
Keep watching my steps as I play by
Tel Me Mum, Tel Me Why Tel Me Mum, Tel Me Why Anyway.. it is lovely
To walk with you mum

look at the rising moon..
I remember last monsoon
You lifted me high on your tusk
when you knew crossing the river
Would be too much for me in the dusk
I promise you mum when I grown up
I'll be proud of my tusks
And look after them
Do you know mum,
Mum, mum, what happened? !!

Don't apprehend my son please do not
Apprehend.. its my leg..
Caught in the giant trap
Run.. run my precious
They truly are viscious
I'm sorry .. my son .. my babe

They are coming to wrench my Ivory
.. I may not be alive to see you
but keep this story
                      sharp in your memory
.. DO NOT GIVE UP YOUR IVORY
my son - don't give up your IVORY
Remember , my tears will reach
                      them with my IVORY
My love for you
                      will reach them with my BRAVERY!
- with much love,
                      from a Mum.

Baby B

Be blessed baby 'B',
now that you have finished
the curse of living..
Be blessed baby 'B'
As the angels sing for you a lull-a-'B'
We could not kiss you better,
With a soothing balm
we could not say ' there, there and there',
but for the children of the future
let us be ware
that behind your golden curls
were the concussions some new and some old,
buried in the azure of your iris
and behind your lush lashes
was the pain you suffered
through many a harsh and heartless bashes.
Baby 'B', what can I say?? At least in
your sin free, terror and torture free tranquil sleep

I hope, you have awakened the world
To the TRUTH that that children are
There to love and tenderly to hold..
The very minute you receive my poem
Which I have written specially for you
Wouldn't you send a peaceful fantailed white dove
So that we know you are with the Maker
And you are smiling at last from above!

- Dr. Vijaya Nayak

Young Tough

'Young Tough' once my mum lovingly said,
as she fed me in heather bed,
in gorgeous sun shine and beauty
indeed with the thoughts on nature and her purity

Here I am now in pastures anew,
Hope I have brought with me
All the wisdom she knew,
Love, truth, honour and fortitude
Yes, I remember with gratitude
Were her teachings with such tenderness
only a mother can view and review
along with an undivided faith
and trust in the Maker above

- Dr. Vijaya Nayak

To Zara and Zac

Hark! Did you hear that?! I am reeling with pain,
The humans again, they are killing us in vain;
I see on the ice an expanding patch of crimson
Numb seems the pain..I have to some how reach
You Zara and you Zac my baby son!
The bullet this time has lodged in my fore head
It was no accident, they wanted me dead..
You are so young, and tender, still keeps your eyes
Closed while suckling and being fed

I am yet to teach you how to hunt
How to be vigilant and how to be independent
My soft pawed one, I am yet to teach you about the talon
And how to use it as a weapon..

Even as I stagger I can tell you
They spend an awful lot on education, still kill in vain??

How will you hunt with out being TAUGHT?
How will you live without being CAUGHT?!

Many an arrows and bullets in the past I did escape
But today.. Forgive me..you are my treasure, you are my hope
Zara and Zac, how will you cope? In the harsh winter
And later in the monsoon with out
Mum imprinting on you, your very own MIND'S MAP

Babes, how will you cope?
There isn't much time left now,Gaffer
Still I wonder, why did they do it? Whatever for?
Zara, look after your fur, my beautiful,
Look after Zac,he is still very young and playful..
But always remember,and tell him too, that you are a SIBEREAN TIGER
And like mum, you have earned the magnificent stripes with HONOUR.

- Dr. Vijaya Nayak