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The Mustard Alley

A Quest.
Summons the mighty Indraduymna,
his councillors, priests and warriors!
to find the one who shines blue,
deep in the greens,
as he  had seen  in his dreams,
in a darker cave, inform of an Idol!
beneath an uni-peak prominence.

Among was Vidyapati, the chief priest's son,
'was asked to go in the eastern direction,
To the land that was believed to be ruled by the savages!
His journey was treacherous,
overcoming many hurdles,
and walking for two seasons,
he could spot the unique mountain.
which matched the Monarch's description.

The mountain was indeed mightier,
As he proceeded in its indirection,
it gradually revealed its vast form!
Perplexed! "where he could spot the Cave?"
Thought the young Brahman, ages might pass,
just to give him a rarest of rare chance!

The morning rays,
as if emanating from the peak's summit,
scattered in all directions, as blessings of the Divine!
touched the face of the tired inquisitor.
still Sleepy on a tree branch,
Vidyapati heard the sound of a Gaggle,
bathing below the fall from the mountain.

Splashing and laughing,
drenched  in mountain aqua,
revealing their ebony bust and waist!
enough to ignite the mind full of lust.
as there were none!  
bathed, the  tribal girls,
carefree!, under the Sun!

Among the beauties,
was a beauty, simple and sober,
shying out as constantly teased by others!
while, trying hard to wrap the deer skin,
struggling to hide her bosoms and loin.
Teased one
"Lalita, Why so Hurry and for whom!,
as if you going to meet your groom"

The Young Braman, followed the girls
while, keeping a distance.
After a walk, they reached a village,
it was more like a Hermitage.
but of a different kind, unlike the ashram he had grown!
After an observation, He could spot the chieftain Home.

Vidyapati revealed himself from the woods,
Villagers gathers to see the outsider.
"I am Vidyapati, A wandering Brahman"
I am on a Quest and I am Lost"
they took him to the chief,
A man in midst of his life,
with white and black beard and Mustache!
who introduced himself 'Viswa'
 the chief of the Vasu Tribe.

"what you Quest for? oh! fair one"
"how I might help you to find?"
"beneath the mountain,  is there a cave of light?"
Viswa-Vasu was awestruck!
For a moment he was off,
then he gave a reply in denial.
"nothing as such.."
Return back you Braman.

The Nuptial
The Young Braman,
Knew The chief had lied,
As his eyes spoke in the other ways!
he requested him,
'could he stay, for few days?'    
'Agreed, but you will be watched.'

'Here is my daughter, Lalita,'
The chief introduced
She will be serving your needs during your stay.
'As you shall wish Baba,
I will take care of our guest.

Few days, turned to months
and months became a year,
Lalita lost her heart to the guest.
"I offer me to thee"
She said one day, to Vidaypati.
and they married. 
Blind Folded     
In between some year has passed!
Lalita, bore two beautiful kids.
one day she found Vidyapati gazing at the mountain.
'where are you lost?'
'I am lost indeed, Deviated from my path'
'Your Quest?'

'here I tell you a secret like death!
I tell you of my father ways,
on every 11th day to full moon,
he goes somewhere and returns the day after'
'Where?, asked her Husband'
'to some cave in the mountain.'
'Will You Persuade him to take me?'
'For you, I will' assured the wife.

After many denial, The chief Agreed!
But Blind folded,
he was taken, to a cave in the mountain.
But Vidyapati,
took some mustard seeds,
dropped one be one on the way!

The Mustard Alley

Viswa Opened The Blindfold,
There was so much light,
The Braman couldn't bear!
It was emanating from, a blue Idol!

It was as is the King's Description,
"one who shines blue
deep in the greens,
in a darker cave, inform of an Idol!
beneath an uni-peak prominence."
Again Blindfolded, Vidyapati  was escorted back.

The mustard seeds sown in secret, did germinate,
bearing yellowish flowers,
creating "A Mustard Alley", which led to the Cave.
The Quest was complete,
The King did came,
But to his dismay, found the Cave empty
Devoid of The shining Blue Idol!

The Divine Log!
" May death Befall, I Will Fast, in this empty cave"
The king Vowed
"Until YOU again Appear"
A voice emanated from the ether,
"Oh King! Find me a float, at the estuary,
where this mountain stream meet the sea;
in form of Log
that will be my new form.
unlike the way the Savar, Worshipped  my Secret form"
Thus is the legend,
I, Gyanranjan Could narrate,
of My lord With Those Big round eyes,
who paves the way of my Mind!

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