Navagrahas
In the play-field of the providence
Playing unambiguously the Umpire
Upon the captains of eminence
And all their teamed players to aspire
Dribbled and dribbled to ever an unreached terminus
Unceasing rolling is fate's frolicking desire
And Earth bullied by its nine balls
Supplicates sometimes even stoking holy-fire
Begetting catered wishes by orisons
Reasonably while Navagrahas adorn spoused attire
And in the chariot of seven horses
Captain Soorya centered of solar empire
Driven consorted with Chaya's bliss
Fielded around by spunky players that require
Empyreal sport indefinitely on rolls
Ten horses do not atall tire
As Soma with Rohini deceptively wanes
Then waxes, then wanes to reinspire..
Handsome Chandra driven with lotus pats
That minds are lit of a luminaire
Sport of space is wary sometimes
A ram can carry on scarefire
Crimson Angaraka while aboard on with weapons
Clement yet a deity for devotees not to mire
That His blessings are bestowed boons
No loss for a daring lion dire
Mounted on while Bhuda of sportive deals
Supportive Brihaspati of brainy spire
Guiding eloquent the wisdom of beings
Rolls on bodies, space much to acquire
With white Sukra at peace are Asuras
And fortune suffices of what they require
Slow but ravenous and main of the players
Sani is the striker yet the holding wire
Spirit of the firmament on rolls
Providential trickery is on occasional hire
Shadowy up and down the spherical nodes
In dark Rahu and Ketu while conspire
Eclipsed Sun and Moon behind shades
Empyreal sport is after all only to admire
poem by Indira Renganathan
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