By the boon of father Jamadagni the great sage,
Parashuram is immortal, has seen every age.
In Satya Yug - the Age of Truth - the first among four,
He was born, when manhood galore.
All were able bodied, of hard working nature,
Happy, having lands by acre.
Simple, straight in thought and action,
Philosophy, literature or devotion,
Or may it be heroic deed,
Farming, labor stomach to feed -
Powerful children they were all,
Muscular, head high and tall.
Women were satis, taking right decisions,
Practiced dharma without obligations
As dharma is not a theory, it is rhythm of the blood,
Which fulfills a concept when heart they flood.
King Kritaveerya who did actions of valor
Was Samraat then - the Emperor.
Chakravarttee was he titled, ruler of all,
A true Kshatriya - ruling man - to him enemies did fall.
He bore the dynasty of Atri, Brahma's mind-son,
Following the line of Som - Chandra - Moon, brightly lighted on,
Except when swallowed by Ketu, ever-jealous,
Along with Rahu taking on Vivaswan - Surya - the Sun furious,
The bodyless ones who cannot forget
Complaint to Vishnu when they ate
Amrita - elixir - treacherously when to gods being served,
Denying the asuras, when equally they worked
In Samudra-Manthan - churning of the ocean -
And was being fooled by Sri Vishnu as Mohini, the illusory woman in harmonic motion,
Who severed their heads in original form
With Sudarshan Chakra, before Indra making norm
for their regular deeds. From Chandra is born
Budh - Mercury - very intelligent, from childhood who sworn
To be a learned sage - the planet of intelligence -
Whose line ran as Pururava, Ayu, Nahush, Yayati diligence
Personified, who married Sharmistha, King Vrishparva's daughter
Along with his guru Shukracharya's daughter
Devayani, bearing Puru and Yadu respectively,
Creating clans of Pauravs and Yadavs. Selectively
I mention only the line. Yadu's son Shatjit eldest
Gave Haihaya's birth. Thus began the ablest
Line of the then Aaryavartta,
Continuing from Dharmanetra,
Kumbhi, Sanhat, Mahishmaan, Bhadrasen- Kaashi's overlord,
Durdarsh, Bheem, Kanak, Kritaveerya - a fine accord
Of growing power. Himalayas and Vindhyas divide
Haihaya kingdom ran far and wide.
Kritaveerya ran an army vast
Comprising of all creed and caste.
Anaaryas all he freely recruited,
Wealth of his subjects he never looted.
Open to all ideas, Vedas he appreciated,
Non-rigid, on one believe he never baited.
Strong, determined, upon rishis he marveled,
To their aashrams for thoughts he traveled.
Bhaargavs were his favourite source,
Helped him to put away remorse.
He made them his priests royal,
Stayed respectful, learning, loyal.
He knew how to please his men,
Alas! In his sons this goodness did wane.
The King donated in bounty, to the Bhaargav's delight,
Great relation brought to both sides might.
His sons envied of the golds paid away.
To keep the royal expense at bay
They complained to their just father
"Mahaaraaj! Our gold goes to other
Persons in no way deserving.
Better give to them who are serving,
Staying loyal to us.
They don't preach, don't make any fuss,
Always listens to what we say.
Father! Keep those people at bay
Who dare think to modify the raj.
Why Bhaargavs are not entourage
To the crown which handsomely pays
For their mantras chanted in all sort of ways
Meaningless, unproductive. A complete waste of time!
Yes, they sound good when they rhyme.
Is the treasury for a bunch of fools?
Every man to you tirelessly pools
The burden of kingdom. We, your sons,
Have gone to chaturdik - in four directions -
Purba, Paschim, Uttar, Dakshin -
East, West, North, South - wherever we have been,
Have seen and conquered. We have filled the treasury
With our toil, enlarged territory,
Made all heads down to you,
Can rival our might few.
We know you have much.
Give to us, if you have to spend such.
We know to expend, we will show other princes,
What it takes to be a Kaarttaveerya. Bhaargav rinses
Our wealth wrongly. Permit us to bring it back,
They sacked us, them we will re-sack."
Kritaveerya, giant and strong,
Calm and composed, listened for long,
Saw in his eyes his empire's future,
Hundred sons depicting royalty's caricature.
"Demanding the given not befits a king.
As for your expenses, you are being
Anyway lavish, you look for more.
Thirsty's thirst goes on to soar
However may be given elixir,
His desire knows no bar.
Just as you said, you conquered on gaze,
Because it's the flag the people praise.
Bear! It is the nature greatest
Of a king. The generation latest
How come are so lacking of it?
Your hands don't rule, nor your feet,
Neither the brain so limited
Can comprehend the dream spirited
Of a nation. It is an ocean.
You can only have the notion
If you dive deep. In the heart you feel
People's sorrow, hope, zeal.
Arise! Awake! Enlarge your being,
Solutions - it is here they sing.
Remember your predecessors, they are in every stone-block
Their deeds to this day people talk.
Why to the Bhaargavs go I?
They are straight, they don't lie.
Outspoken, wise they give advice perfect
Unlike the courtiers, whose opinion, checked
By selfish motives, hinders the raajatva's smooth conduct,
It is they who my wealth sucked.
Now tell me, why won't I pay
To the rightful Bhaargav's, for what they say?
Besides, my soul gets fulfilled
By Bodh - feeling - the mantras yield.
What I failed to understand, then I do,
From the fog of confusion I get clue.
An hour's sitting makes me productive,
Not a waste of time, investment constructive."
So saying, the King goes away.
His speech heavily weigh
To the closed souls. A while of bewilderment
Passes. Then the jackals come out of cage, resent
Wise words, order for chariots,
Set out for the aashram of Bhaargavs.