Birth

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Birth

Sonnet

Upon a forlorn earth’s closing of an age
A clutch of heroes maligned power with rage.
A schism split earth by this division deep
Only a vast purging could now Dharma keep.

In a dim prison cell enchained was he born
Accompanied by grating spear and the storm.
Irresistible he ferried himself from the cell
Bound all around even then in his compelling spell.

A boyhood to be cherished for long ages,
A theme that grew in mirth for the sages. 
Barrier-breaker, norm-destroyer he freely was
Broke all convention and means for Dharma’s cause.

The Highest as Krishna, the Songster, took his birth,
Blessed am I and you upon this His blessed earth.