SPECIAL LITERATURE SERIES

A Beautiful Poem of Dr. Meghna Sharma 

Today, we are introducing our Special Literature series, beginning with a composition of Dr. Meghna Sharma, an accomplished Historian, a prolific writer, Speaker and a Thought Leader from Bikaner, Rajasthan. A Gold medalist in Journalism and mass comm, Meghna has authored and edited 8 books. She is Assistant Professor, History and Director, Centre for Women's Studies at Maharaja Ganga Singh University, Bikaner, Rajasthan. With over 17 years of teaching experience Meghna works for Women empowerment and gender equality. She is Member of Editorial Board of various academic magazines and recipient of various awards in Literature, Academics and social service. She is a Life member of many academic and literary bodies. Before you read her poem, here are a few words as an introduction to her composition.

My Composition - Golden Stags of Destiny 

Man has always been pretty ambitious, history witnesses Alexander, Napolean and Akbar as rulers keeping huge imperialistic approach and ideology to win over the world but failed, at last. Common man, on the other side limits his plans to win in his life, without knowing the lines of fate which are reluctant sometimes to go with, sometimes adverse, totally and devastates human imagination to the core.

My composition is a portrayal of destiny, which I call as ‘The Golden Stag’ in a person’s life, its existence, its impact and of course the aftermath, beyond limits. Hopes never come to an end, even the smallest a cloud (in the form of positivity) inculcates new meaning to life, new horizon and we start up nesting our future again and again. To end with a positive note is what ‘Karma’ defines and prophesizes. We know that Arjuna was preached with Bhagwad Gita in the midst of the battlefield (Kurukshetra) by Lord Krishna, only then he could understand the role and effect of something called fate in life. Ultimately, his tears rolled down to his toes while he picked his bow and pointed the arrow, with full hearted force and confidence towards the Kauravas. That was the moment, which was perhaps not his thought of action, but again it was that particular move, which made the battle inevitable, finally resulting into victory of truth. Fighting with destiny needs that courage, I do not claim that we win always, but we get to understand, of course the invincible power of our action and approach towards negativity and concern otherwise. The poem symbolizes the line of action, a person’s will power which can change the results, if not destiny.

Golden Stags of Destiny                 

Presence of those scratches

Upon the barks of my heart

Depicts, intimates, eloquates

The explosion inside

Happens to be noiseless

But

Lines of my conscience

Arteries of my thoughtfulness

Cooling down, convoys of winds

Left are those leaves

Dried and shuddering

Evenings spent, several not one

With that full stop

With that splinter

Running far were those

Golden stags of destiny

Me left, with their pickets

And illusions of their presence

Haunted me, haunted my heart

Feels like drowning

Waves are my thoughts

Provoking my inner self

To hear the sage's voice

A saint's prayer

Once again, captivating my senses

Under anonymous controls

To break down that Talisman

Tying it's know

In its vicious circle

Defying a person’s 'Karma'

Down the lane of past

History untold

Disastrous winds Force to vacate

The sockets of charm and ecstasy

But then

A piece of cloud

Fills me up with the faith

Feel and sense again

Commenced are the chantings

Songs of hope

Far goes away, my pains

When love birds of my heart

Start nesting theie future

To live till eternity

To read the paper

Like showers of The Almighty

Of congregation, lifelong!

*Dr. Meghna Sharma