{When man discovers and invents many milestones in all branches of knowledge, he makes his civilization a prosperous one. In this same way, many countries supersede India in terms of per-capita income and GDP growth. But India is a country with many cultural values, philosophies, ethics moreover deep understanding about the eternity and the truth.But that deep cultural understanding is found nowhere.How many youth understands the moral value of a relationship?
India is facing two kinds of problems.Sometimes it may be accepting the wrong aspects of westernization which is not soothing to the Indian culture.On the contrary,it may not be sustaining the good aspects of the indigenous culture.This is not a question of live-in-relationship but the faithfulness in your relationship.India is facing this dualism in every aspect.So why to blame a prostitute in India?In the same way she may not be wrong in every scenario.It is mentioned in an Indian epic,a prostitute named Pingala gains her salvation by understanding her own entity and also by discovering God within. Focusing the problematic Indian scenario,an Indian poet,Benudhar Raut(from Odisha) has composed a brilliant piece of poetry ,Pingla's Sun ,with a glimpse of this epic.}
This blue midnight is lit with numerous stars,
This blue midnight is canvased with lust- burns,
This blue midnight is entitled with million crying dew drops,
This blue mid night is scattered with waits and burdens,
This blue sky is mixing the city of Bideh with the blanks of universe,
& blank of Universe is a consciousness of many sleepless prostitutes.
Pingla is restless with lust and desire,
Blanks in mind,beatifying with products & attire
Feeling sleepy and refusing to identify herself in the horizon
Like a meditating identity ,with an unbearable blank- burden
In the flesh market,comes an eco ,'who is her worth ,matching her form'
And the fire-waves are dancing in the dark with a storm
This night-sky has lots of stars!lots of night!lots of solitude
And the sky is full of spaces,darkness,& forms like a statue
These stars,wait,emptiness of the city
Has reached her heart,mind,crossed her physic's bigotry
The city is overshadowed with darkness
But implicitly is contaminated with pain of soul-canvas
Her vision's rain seeks for an inner brook
Tricked down to the sea's book
Who is her soul-mate?Who is the sea?
It is not her pleasure's key;it is cosmos
She has an molecular personification;who is the universe!
She is identifying some known
within the unknown
The body has some intrinsic,metaphysical,eternal identity
The soul is singing a song of divinely-gifted entity
Pingla is recognising herself with the benevolent & love
Shining soul within her with ecstasy and love
She is fainted with solitude ,melancholy explicitly
She has attained salvation implicitly.
(It is a concept from an Indian mythology called the Oriya Bhagabat.It is said that the soul is gifted by God.
I can know it.My soulmate is near me,rather I am not able to visualise him.)
India is facing two kinds of problems.Sometimes it may be accepting the wrong aspects of westernization which is not soothing to the Indian culture.On the contrary,it may not be sustaining the good aspects of the indigenous culture.This is not a question of live-in-relationship but the faithfulness in your relationship.India is facing this dualism in every aspect.So why to blame a prostitute in India?In the same way she may not be wrong in every scenario.It is mentioned in an Indian epic,a prostitute named Pingala gains her salvation by understanding her own entity and also by discovering God within. Focusing the problematic Indian scenario,an Indian poet,Benudhar Raut(from Odisha) has composed a brilliant piece of poetry ,Pingla's Sun ,with a glimpse of this epic.}
This blue midnight is lit with numerous stars,
This blue midnight is canvased with lust- burns,
This blue midnight is entitled with million crying dew drops,
This blue mid night is scattered with waits and burdens,
This blue sky is mixing the city of Bideh with the blanks of universe,
& blank of Universe is a consciousness of many sleepless prostitutes.
Pingla is restless with lust and desire,
Blanks in mind,beatifying with products & attire
Feeling sleepy and refusing to identify herself in the horizon
Like a meditating identity ,with an unbearable blank- burden
In the flesh market,comes an eco ,'who is her worth ,matching her form'
And the fire-waves are dancing in the dark with a storm
This night-sky has lots of stars!lots of night!lots of solitude
And the sky is full of spaces,darkness,& forms like a statue
These stars,wait,emptiness of the city
Has reached her heart,mind,crossed her physic's bigotry
The city is overshadowed with darkness
But implicitly is contaminated with pain of soul-canvas
Her vision's rain seeks for an inner brook
Tricked down to the sea's book
Who is her soul-mate?Who is the sea?
It is not her pleasure's key;it is cosmos
She has an molecular personification;who is the universe!
She is identifying some known
within the unknown
The body has some intrinsic,metaphysical,eternal identity
The soul is singing a song of divinely-gifted entity
Pingla is recognising herself with the benevolent & love
Shining soul within her with ecstasy and love
She is fainted with solitude ,melancholy explicitly
She has attained salvation implicitly.
(It is a concept from an Indian mythology called the Oriya Bhagabat.It is said that the soul is gifted by God.
I can know it.My soulmate is near me,rather I am not able to visualise him.)
