{"id":39881,"date":"2017-08-05T23:39:41","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T03:39:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=39881"},"modified":"2017-08-05T23:39:41","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T03:39:41","slug":"a-grain-of-rice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/a-grain-of-rice\/","title":{"rendered":"A Grain Of Rice"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>A Grain of Rice<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Outside, the sun displayed its prowess<\/p>\n<p>Over the petty organisms called life<\/p>\n<p>As if to burn the coolest of minds;<\/p>\n<p>And Draupadi was burning too<\/p>\n<p>With frustration, with anguish:<\/p>\n<p>No food for the holy guests<\/p>\n<p>For Rishi Agastya was no ordinary being \u2013<\/p>\n<p>He could gobble up the entire world<\/p>\n<p>And drink the ocean dry;<\/p>\n<p>To treat him and his gang!<\/p>\n<p>Even death seemed easier to tackle.<\/p>\n<p>Jubilation in the guest camp<\/p>\n<p>And dirge of sorrow for Draupadi,<\/p>\n<p>Tears dried down her cheeks<\/p>\n<p>Leaving a trail of emotional burst<\/p>\n<p>She hoped to avert the critical epoch:<\/p>\n<p>A knock was heard, once \u2026 thrice,<\/p>\n<p>Counting her heart beats she gobbled up<\/p>\n<p>Capsules of air-filled saliva,<\/p>\n<p>And advanced towards the door,<\/p>\n<p>Towards her fate \u2026<\/p>\n<p>A divine force pulled her in,<\/p>\n<p>Krishna, her \u2018Sakha\u2019 stood smiling:<\/p>\n<p>A hungry \u2018Sakha\u2019 demanded food, much to her annoyance,<\/p>\n<p>A hungry \u2018Sakha\u2019 forced himself<\/p>\n<p>Into the kitchen and found \u2013<\/p>\n<p>A single grain of rice \u2026<\/p>\n<p>The smiling \u2018Sakha\u2019 consumed it<\/p>\n<p>For the whole mankind<\/p>\n<p>Empty stomachs of the universe were filled<\/p>\n<p>And Rishi Agastya\u2019s too<\/p>\n<p>Without eating a morsel<\/p>\n<p>The knowing \u2018Sakha\u2019 saved Draupadi from humiliation<\/p>\n<p>A grain of rice saved her fate \u2026<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Hour 15<\/p>\n<p>@varenyas<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Grain of Rice Outside, the sun displayed its prowess Over the petty organisms called life As if to burn the coolest of minds; And Draupadi was burning too With frustration, with anguish: No food for the holy guests For Rishi Agastya was no ordinary&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1003,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-39881","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39881","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1003"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39881"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39881\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":39892,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39881\/revisions\/39892"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39881"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=39881"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39881"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}