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Why She Became a Monk

Updated on June 25, 2017

The World Her Own

Child Marriage

A soul bathed in innocence
Started to sense the world
When mother's lap tickled her
Guys assembled, ate together
Adorned in yellow ornaments
Amid beats of drums and songs
She was pulled out of dreams
At seven, she became a woman
Wife of a kid, as limpid as a mirror
That was the world to live
That was the world to feel
Knew not the knot she tied
Knew not the bond she found
At age nine, she lost her mate
Shrouded in white

Abuse
Parents took her
To her old nest
Before it was a home
Now it was a refuge
A refuge to a stranger
Her own blood rebuked her
Her own blood cursed her
The elders found out a way
She got a separate abode
A little home of her own
To live a solitary life
No play for her
No joys for her
That was the world to live
That was the world to feel
She was at a loss to know
She was too young to know
She was a tiny sapling
But was not tendered
And not cared to grow
As a wild weed she breathed
That was a fate she knew not
Why her own behaved that way
Still she moved on with life
Days passed, months passed
She ate a simple diet
She lived an insipid life
But her own hated her
Her own wished to wilt her
Crush her once and for all
How she usurped the house
And became a burden for life
Rivulets of the same source
Were they and she herself
But the worth of a house won
The burden was too tough to bear
Her own in the dark of a night
Pulled down the wall
As they pulled down the wall
She opened her eyes
They pulled down the wall
She screamed fearful
Her own after her life
Her own brothers
After her life

Revolt
At age nine, she grew instant
She was not a kid at age nine
Her sinews turned strong
Out of debris, she pulled herself out
She rose with power
She rose and rebelled
She ran out
She ran out of the house
She ran out of the hearts
She ran out of the village
Of her own
Who were now not her own
Like the fierce wind she blew
And out of the world
To the Koteshwar Temple she ran
To the saffron she ran
To the refuge she ran
To the Heavens she ran

Revelation

To a Sanyasin
Nothing was her own
Nothing was alien
She lived and breathed like the sky
When I met and saw her
Her wrinkles smiled
Smiled at the world
When our own turn rude and callous
The sky becomes our own
The earth becomes our own
The universe becomes our own
The Sanayasin is not a woman
She is the world
She is the universe
She forsook her own
Like a river she surged
Into the Ocean
And embraced
The whole world

© Harish Mamgain

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      Harish Mamgain 14 months ago from India

      Audrey, thank you. I am happy that you paid a visit to this hub and liked it.

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      Harish Mamgain 14 months ago from India

      Thanks manatita, this is a true tale. Glad that you felt the pain and ordeal of the woman.

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      Audrey Howitt 14 months ago from California

      A highly emotive piece! I enjoyed it!

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      manatita44 14 months ago from london

      Very poignant tale, Harish. A lot of melancholy in this one.

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      Harish Mamgain 16 months ago from India

      Nell, it is surprising that the more one goes through suffering, the more understanding and affectionate s/he becomes, like in the instant case. I have immense respect for these kind souls in my heart.

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      Nell Rose 16 months ago from England

      This was an amazing piece! I read it out loud and it was so powerful! what a life, 9 years old, a widow and ignored by her family, but she found peace! wonderful

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      Harish Mamgain 16 months ago from India

      Thank you Frank, for your visit and nice comments.

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      Frank Atanacio 16 months ago from Shelton

      Everything about this poem is just beautiful from the first line ...A soul bathed in innocence.. to the words that cradle you as you read down.. I loved it.. Frank

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      Harish Mamgain 16 months ago from India

      ChitrangdaSharan, I'm glad you liked this narrative poem. You're right, the guys who renounce the worldly life deserve our utmost respect. When I heard life-story of this great and gutsy woman, I felt very sad, but at the same time I admired her resilience and indomitable spirit. Thanks for your visit and for presenting such nice comments.

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      Chitrangada Sharan 16 months ago from New Delhi, India

      Beautifully expressed poem--very touching!

      It is not easy to renounce the World and become a Sanyasi or Sanyasin. It requires lot of sacrifice and self control, not easy for most of us humans.

      Such people should be respected without doubt.

      Your poem communicates a lot about all this and that too beautifully.

      Thank you for sharing!

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      Harish Mamgain 16 months ago from India

      Glad you're back, Eiddwen. You're a poet of beauty and splendor. Thanks for reading the hub and for commenting on it.

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      Eiddwen 16 months ago from Wales

      Oh how I've missed beautiful writing such as this , so nice to be back. Great words.

      Eddy.

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      Harish Mamgain 16 months ago from India

      Thank you, Linda. I'm glad you liked this story.

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      Linda Crampton 16 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

      This is a very powerful and moving poem. The story that you have described will stay in my mind for a long time.

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      Harish Mamgain 16 months ago from India

      Thank you, Nithya for great comments. I appreciate your support and constant encouragement.

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      Harish Mamgain 16 months ago from India

      Thank you, Eric. I 'm delighted by your comments. We see brightness of day, can we remain aloof from darkness ? I admire guys who smile in spite of everything and everyone against them.

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      Harish Mamgain 16 months ago from India

      Glad you liked this stuff. John, this tale stirred me in a great way. This is my humble effort to portray the very tough life of an Indian woman ascetic. Thanks for visiting this hub and for presenting such nice comments.

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      Harish Mamgain 16 months ago from India

      Thank you Ruby. The world is as harsh as it is pleasant. People have to go through so much. Thanks for commenting so nicely.

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      Harish Mamgain 16 months ago from India

      Thanks Venkatachari, you touched the core of this stuff. I love your comments. Thank you very much.

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      Harish Mamgain 16 months ago from India

      You are right Hari. Renunciation is born this way also. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.

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      Harish Mamgain 16 months ago from India

      Devika, out of extreme pain comes real love, love for all. Glad you liked this stuff.

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      Nithya Venkat 16 months ago from Dubai

      Touching, powerful and strong. Great write. She realized the whole world was hers and gave up all that was once familiar to her.

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      Eric Dierker 16 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      You confused me. Which is to say you made my inner thoughts care to investigate feelings. A torn between great compassion and harsh reality. I am touched by your words my friend.

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      John Hansen 16 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Wow! Harish, what an amazing story within a poem. You touched so many emotions with this sad but powerful tale. Well done.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 16 months ago from Southern Illinois

      I had to look up the meaning of Ascetic. What I got was hard work and self-denial. The narrative prose you wrote was a sad tale about a young girl being abused. It was touching and so difficult to understand how anyone could treat her so badly? You always write in such a way that makes the reader think...Thank you. I enjoyed it very much.

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      Venkatachari M 16 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      Very much touching to heart. You presented this sorrowful plight of an ascetic in such a beautiful way. And "when I met and saw her, her wrinkles smiled" - a sudden jump in the timespan here. Enjoyed much.

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      Hari Prasad S 16 months ago from Bangalore

      So this is how most take up sanyasa / sanyas.? Very touching narrative harish.

      - hari

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      Devika Primić 16 months ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Powerful lines here and so greatly thought of with each line I felt the power in your words.