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A rain cloud, I was in one of my incarnations, heavy and pregnant with water, it was proud, billowing, adorned with lightening's golden thread, it poured in torrents, with roars of thunder, then sped through the fields, that became fertile, farmers with their ploughs and bullocks came out, the fields were bright green with dancing rice saplings Some other time I was an ecstatic  bulbul, mango blooms told me amorous tales, I voiced each in  snorous ghazals, The rice fields were ripe, musky scent was ****** Women came in waves and harvested the rice, their songs were on romance, ardent love and parting hearing the bulbul they perfected their singing. A long time ago I was a goat's kid, I sprang around and danced in the harvested field, the cloud wanted to pet me but she was so far, bulbl sung a special tune for me for a while Looking at the green grass on the other side of the fence I would think wistfully, what life would bring.
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Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC
My Jataka tales
A rain cloud, I was in one of my incarnations, heavy and pregnant with water, it was proud, billowing, adorned with lightening's golden thread, it poured in torrents, with roars of thunder, then sped through the fields, that became fertile, farmers with their ploughs and bullocks came out, the fields were bright green with dancing rice saplings Some other time I was an ecstatic  bulbul, mango blooms told me amorous tales, I voiced each in  snorous ghazals, The rice fields were ripe, musky scent was ****** Women came in waves and harvested the rice, their songs were on romance, ardent love and parting hearing the bulbul they perfected their singing. A long time ago I was a goat's kid, I sprang around and danced in the harvested field, the cloud wanted to pet me but she was so far, bulbl sung a special tune for me for a while Looking at the green grass on the other side of the fence I would think wistfully, what life would bring.
Jataka literarily means horoscope;, the term is more famous as the fables chronicling Buddha's past lives
k-balachandran
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Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC
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