Lekhny Story -28-Jun-2024

Name: Sree Varshini R Genre : Epic Poem

Title : The Rite's Reverence: An Epic Poem

Canto I: The Dawn of Tradition

In lands of old where ancient whispers weave, Through forests dense and o’er the boundless seas, There rose a call from ancestors’ reprieve, A sacred chant borne on the timeless breeze. In twilight's hush, where earth and heaven meet, The rites of old began their solemn beat.

From dawn’s first light to twilight’s gentle fade, In temples grand and humble hearths as well, The rites were kept, their sacredness displayed, In stories told and hymns’ resounding swell. For in these acts, a people's soul resides, In ritual’s form, their history abides.

Canto II: The Rituals of Life

In birth, the first of life's profoundest rites, A child is held beneath the morning sun. With chants and prayers to guide the infant's flights, A blessing spoken, life's journey begun. The village gathers, hearts entwined in grace, To welcome new life to their ancient place.

The wedding day, a rite of binding hearts, Two souls unite beneath the sacred vow. With flowers, song, and joy, the rite imparts A bond eternal, sealed in the now. As candles burn and incense wafts on high, Two lives conjoined beneath the watchful sky.

In death, the final rite to mark the end, A passage marked by sorrow and by peace. With tears and prayers, the soul’s ascent they tend, To realms beyond where earthly sorrows cease. The pyre's flame or earth's embrace received, The rite ensures the loved ones are believed.

Canto III: The Guardians of Tradition

The elders hold the wisdom of the past, Their voices guide the young through shadowed ways. With stories old, they bind the spells steadfast, To keep the rites alive in future days. Their knowledge vast, a beacon shining bright, Ensures the rites are kept in purest light.

The priests and priestesses in temples grand, With sacred texts and rituals so refined, Invoke the gods with incense in their hand, To link the mortal with the realm divine. Their chants and prayers, a bridge 'tween earth and sky, Sustain the sacred bonds that never die.

Canto IV: The Consequence of Neglect

Yet heed the warning, for in times of haste, The rites neglected lead to shadows' fall. In cities vast, where old paths lay to waste, The sacred rites are heard but faint and small. With loss of rites, the soul begins to fray, Disconnected from the light of day.

Without the rites, a people’s roots are lost, Adrift in time, their culture fades away. The wisdom old, for which ancestors tossed, Falls silent in the modern disarray. Thus, heed the call to keep the rites alive, For in their keeping, cultures thrive and thrive.

Canto V: The Renewal of Reverence

In modern times, a call rings clear and true, To find the rites amidst the bustling life. To blend the old with visions bold and new, And end the culture's ever-growing strife. Through festivals revived and rituals shared, A future built on past’s foundations bared.

The youth arise, with reverence in their heart, To learn the ways that elders long have kept. In unity, they play their sacred part, Through rites performed, a promise firmly kept. With modern grace and ancient wisdom’s light, The rites endure, a beacon in the night.

Canto VI: The Eternal Flame

Thus shines the flame of rites through endless time, A guiding light for every human soul. From birth to death, in every age and clime, The rites maintain the world in sacred whole. For in these acts, our deepest truths align, A testament to life’s enduring sign.

So let us honor rites with heart and mind, And keep their sacred fires burning bright. For in their practice, our true selves we find, A harmony that binds us to the light. Through rites, we touch the essence of the divine, And in their rhythm, endless life define.