The tree and a beauty..

             The tree and a beauty..

The tree “Yakshi pala” in the sacred  groves

Evergreen “ Alstonia scholaris” full of umbellate buds

In night winter winds, the devil beauty reaches there,

Wiping the fog on canopy makes blooming flowers.

The magical exorcist powers on behalf of a revenge

Breath has taken moments in midnights for the villagers

Sticky poisonous white  latex oozing branches shook

Shattering bats spotted here and there

Village bewitched by her songs and laughs

Voracious appetite and thirst for blood   

Sharp canine teeth’s and heavy carcass necklace hoarse sounds

Howling dogs, mewing black cats always in the street

O’ on the tree there is lush and lust of a lady in revenge.

In the relics of tomb and castle, her statues are there.

The wild sculptors carved her nude figures.

But in a whirl of white sarees, appears on “Yakshipala”

Her round snappy eyes are bright  like the dusk sun

Long tendrils of hairs with flowers and seeds

The sandal pasted mystical body gives aesthetic pleasure

Covered with slanting moonlight and whorled green leaves

Mesmerizes not only writers but all the nature lovers

 In grannies stories from far long centuries “Yakshipala”

Seems  as  the Spirit of a lady, Who’s in the worker class

She the first lady revolutionist .. she the first lady revolutionist.

Delighted the villagers, in   her own gaudy attire.

 One who loved a landowner in the village.

Thus  she was  against to  “set of laws” in society

Brutally killed  by the clergymen after the molestation

In heavy chains, they locked and crucified on this tree.

Still, the marks of rusted nails and scripts are there

She is the lady roams in the night as a restless soul

Many “modern humans’ makeovers to become devils

But this devil lady always close to “the nature of love”

She knows the origin  of all life form is same

Many  warlocks and  dogmatic men those come up to her 

she opened her eyes in bloodshot

O’ with sharp teeth’s .. O’ with claws in hand..

O’ with sharp teeth’s .. O’ with claws in hand..

She killed them and sucked their blood.

For the justice, she will roam in village streets

Today’s world  she may be a myth or existent story,

 While in the fragrance and shade  of “Yakshipala”

Villagers devoted her; they lighted diyas there

She is not wild, she is not devil  she is so beautiful

Still, her spirit makes a scary night to intruders

She is the lady revolutionist walks alone at night.

She is deeply rooted in the minds of the village

 Oh! Anklets sounds, her songs, and dances continue

Bloomed flowers  fill up  abundance  beauty  there

Wow! magnificent  “Yakshi pala” in the sacred groves..