Anar Kali – The Tragic
Heroine
K. Vivekanandam
Stands here an
unforgotten tomb of
(marble) marble
bright,
Shines in it a lone
Cold fed Candle light
But thou art man’s
benediction of ages toil,
Stands a weather
beaten stain immemorial soil
No habitation is there
but utter solitude
It is a memorial of an
emperor’s ingratitude
Numerous flowers of
many a few grow around.
They bloom and spread
fragrance around
Besides the tomb a
brook slowly doth always flows
Where cool winds ever
tom was flow
It is not a grave
built for memory sweet
It is a monument
erected over a living maiden sweet
She was a maiden
bestowed with voice sweet
Salim Akbar’s son was
drawn by her voice sweet
For him she sang and
forgotten herself
Akbar came to test her
voice sweet and forgot himself
Mad with love she
followed Salim to battle
She was kidnapped and
sold in public like cattle
Salim disguised bought
her she got frightened
Seeing him in reality
later her face brightened
They had to part and
wounded he became in battle
Her life was in danger
and was brought to castle
To make her mate Akbar
refused
To lead a life without
her Salim refused
Akbar finally resolved
to behead them both
But his servants
refused to behead them both
Anar Kali was sent
away to a distant place
She was made to stand,
brick by
brick was built over
her in space
Prince Salim mad with
love rushed to the place
Alas the Mason
finished the work
As he reached the place.
‘News media in this country also give a distorted
picture -------. I sometimes worry that the information media control the
government.’
- Vice President Herbert H.
Humphery, Georgia.