The Winds of Wonder

मृत्युप्रसंग

पांढुरकी सकाळ येताच

धावू लागली रथाची चाके;

पडले मागे ते राजवाडे,

विख्यात नगरे, तीर्थक्षेत्रे;

होई पुजाविधी स्वस्तिपाठ,

साठवित दशलक्षी पुण्य;

परी गवसेना वांछित जे

बाळगले जन्माजन्मांतरी;

सापडेल का ते आता कुठे,

प्रेम, दूरच्या तपोवनात?

वाट पाहत आहे भविष्य,

गाठन्या मृत्यू त्याच्याच घरी;

शाप नव्हे हा, शुभाशीर्वाद,

आणण्यास सुवर्णी दिवस;

असे ही घोडदौड अद्भुत,

प्रकाशाची प्रकाशाकडेच;

वाढविण्या पृथ्वीधर्म तर

होता प्राचीनतम संकल्प.

२९ ऑगस्ट २०२५

The Marathi composition has reference to the Legend of Savitri.

Book 8 Canto 3 – Death in the Forest

And even as her pallid lips pressed his,
His failed, losing last sweetness of response;
His cheek pressed down her golden arm. She sought
His mouth still with her living mouth, as if
She could persuade his soul back with her kiss;
Then grew aware they were no more alone. ||133.35||
Something had come there conscious, vast and dire…. ||133.36||
She knew that visible Death was standing there
And Satyavan had passed from her embrace. ||133.40||

The featured image is a painting by Huta.