Chapter 5 : The Genocide of Bhaargavs

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Dirt flew covering the sky,

The road was no more, trees veiled, shy.

Sons of Kritaveerya, the Haihaya princes,

All, in combat, aces,

Whipped their horses to the most,

Crossed in no time the city's post.

Nostrils hot, the horses ran,

Beneath the dust-cloud their whiteness span.

A grey cloud, down, moving,

To the by-standers disapproving,

Briskly paced to Bhaargavs' aashram

To teach the saints royal norm.

Little did know Bhrigu's sons,

Wives and children - the mere pawns -

What fate lies ahead of them.

Oh! Lord Vishnu! Who is to blame?

Peaceful, as usual, Brahmachaarees - students -

Knew not the kshatriya imprudence.

Collecting water, doing studies,

Engaged in other activities,

Girls milking, duhitaas are they,

Restlessness they keep at bay.

Some are chanting mantras for gods,

Multiple voices surpassing odds.

Hymns the Shratriyas sang -

 Vaidic learners - to heaven they rang,

As if some mystifying sound,

Core to the creation bound

Arose from the depth of naught,

Springing to infinite light they sought,

Glorifying Brahma, an ideal life,

Sound of alphabets generating vibe.

A spacious place without trees

At riverside, a life of ease,

Slow but disciplined, inside forest

Where all bubbles come to rest,

Work inside, like Brahma-realm,

Stunned strength, beauty overwhelm,

An innocent mind, all-forgiving,

Only learning, open, receiving.

Some are collecting woods for yagna-fire,

Others churning milk for ghee they require

To offer gods their only food,

In heart filled with gratitude.

The hell broke loose on them,

From blind ego satanism stem.

The storm hurled upon the trees of forest

Right are all having royal interest.

The hundred princes thundered doors

Hut to hut, brought munis to floors,

Dragged and violently shook

The saints with murderous, ferocious look,

Demanding money, where it is hidden

In aashram, royal wealth forbidden.

The women-folk ran wherever they could,

The boys, confused, still they stood.

The egoist princes blind in rage

Defiled alters in dire rampage

With swords and iron-maces

Leaving saadhaks with astounded faces.

The saadhus ran wherever they could

Panicked by the violent mood

Of royal men in anger red-faced

Zealous for the gold untraced. 

"Where is the gold? Show them to me!"

Grabbing panicked sannyaasis in flee

They commanded in terrifying roar,

Muteness meant horrendous gore.

One after another the rishis fell,

Sanctuary of God now filled with yell.

Women-folk even were not spared a bit,

Catching by hair the princes did hit

Their stomachs leaving them fainted,

The glory of Kshatriyas forever tainted.

Wielding swords, missiling arrows

From their strong-wooded bows,

Long from head to feet,

Which like lightning beat

The fast pace of munis terrified,

the arrows hit as the princes eyed.

Laid there men, women, children,

Righteousness challenged by people vain.

The peaceful forest was filled with blood,

Draining, mixing up with mud.

For nothing they were dead

As Bhrigu himself never said

The place where the gold laid buried

From which the aashramiks feed.

The Kaarttaveeryas, furious as hell,

From the good and bad could not tell.

They knew not where to stop,

Inhumanly they did chop

The heads of rishi-vaalaks - rishi-boys.

Wailing covered all the noise

Of Haihaya hunkaar - war-cry.

Earth and sky squalled deep sigh.

There ran a group of pregnant femmes

Bearing Bhaargavs - a bunch of gems.

The Kshatriyas ever-dominating chased

And overtook the damsels slow-paced.

No mercy! They were being slaughtered,

The unborn babies left battered

When thundered on ground, unspoken victims

Pierced out of womb. Brims

Reached the cruelty by then

Outburst Divine light, when

Chyavan's wife Aarushee's son

Came out of thigh, still unborn,

Like a dazzling sun, blinding the assassins

Devoid of direction. All means

Of courage swiftly flew,

Fear of life instantly grew.

Ran they, wherever they could,

Got bounced off the wood.

The kshatriyas ran helter-skelter,

Terrified, they took Aarushee's shelter.

 The fake valiants weaponing women pregnant

Procrastinated from being regnant,

Sought protection of whom they brought doom,

Now their senses began to bloom.

The low creatures believe they can hammer heads

At will, when in danger they can always

Lick the feet of the tormented,

Thus live a life rented.

Still they deserve to live, as even a dog,

Until in lives they remove the fog.

For them the God and superior souls

Sacrifice to meet global goals.

Material victory is not for soul higher,

For higher levels he set on pyre

His seeking heart, the world his school,

Not a heaven like a fool.

Cried fervently the asur souls,

Now that their heart got holes,

"O devi, please forgive us, be merciful,

Out from this danger you make us pull,

Do restore our eyes, we will return,

Price of our sins we did earn.

We promise not to indulge ever since

In acts unethical, be true prince."

Maanavee even at this hour

Was caring beyond compare.

 "It was Bhaargav, who came out of thigh

Who blinded you, not anger my.

As you were killing the embryos

With your cruel, heavy blows

I was protecting piece-of-heart mine

From the inhuman nature thine.

He is born-Vaidic, you cannot fight him,

Pray to him, o terrorists grim,

To calm down his terrible ire

At his elders' death, it'll expire."

The wrong-doing princes, heart now zeroed

Of ego, grasped for righteousness road.

Knelt to ground, with hands clasped

Towards the faint light, grasped,

As they could see with blinded eyes,

Prayed fervidly, "Gone our guise,

O god, we seek refuge in thee,

Merciful in our mal-action be.

We kneel to you, o great soul,

We promise to have a superior goal.

Give us strength, a part of yours

That an ignorant, foul man cures

Instead of your energy destructive

We seek path, be instructive.

We prostrate to you." Laid straight,

To the newborn's will left their fate

The princes saastaanga pranaam offering,

Instantly gone were their suffering.

No word. Normal became the child,

Gone was the light terribly wild.

Also returned princes' eyesight,

Became the world more colorful, bright.

Anger was quickly dispersed,

The default happiness, mercy burst

Out of the godling's heart.

The exceptional mood was made to part.

Meanwhile Chyavan,  in Himaalay meditating

Deep in himself, void in feeling,

Suddenly shivered, opened his eyes,

Saw the massacre, heard feminine cries.

At once reached the butchering place,

His body fine in spiritual ways,

Turned to mortal before the princes,

Trembling in anger that furiously rinses

Out the yogic power in body and eyes,

Soul tormented seeing the vice,

Looked at royal men in royal contempt,

Regarding them worthless in mortal attempt.

At once the big bodies caught fire,

Turned to ashes in rishi's ire.

Gone were Kritaveerya's hundred sons

With their palpable sins in tons.

I hope their sins were gone too,

The spiritual fire at once blew

Taking them to higher level

Where vibes of God mysterious bell.

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