ABOUT THE POEM:
The poem, THE SACRED SPEAR celebrates a unique and revered weapon belonging to a village warrior. It contrasts this spear with ordinary weapons, emphasizing its distinct role and symbolic importance. The poem explores how the spear transcends its basic function of warfare, acquiring a ceremonial and almost sacred status in the village.
At times, the spear is kept in the warrior’s home, untouched and gathering dust, symbolizing peace or perhaps a period of dormancy. However, when needed, the spear is ceremoniously bathed in the village pond, adorned with flowers, and paraded by virtuous women, accompanied by music. This ritualistic treatment transforms the spear into a symbol of protection, honor, and cultural pride.
When taken into battle, the spear becomes a fearsome weapon, spreading terror across the battlefield. It is depicted as a force that strikes at the royal elephant, a symbol of the enemy king's might and power, and breaks through the enemy’s vast army, likened to an ocean. The spear's dual role as both a sacred object of peace and a weapon of war is highlighted, portraying it as a powerful and revered symbol in the life of the village.
The poem blends the ordinary and the extraordinary, highlighting the spiritual and cultural dimensions of the spear, which goes beyond its physical form to represent the warrior’s duty, the village’s pride, and the collective strength of the community. This poem highlights both the ceremonial and fearsome aspects of the spear and its dual significance as a sacred object and a weapon of war.
THE SACRED SPEAR
How unlike others' spears, it's true,
This warrior's spear from our village grew.
At times it rests in his humble space,
Gathering dust in its quiet place.
Yet sometimes bathed in the pond so clear,
Decked with flowers by hands so dear,
Carried in processions with pride,
As harps and songs echo far and wide.
It reaches the battlefield fierce and grand,
Spreading terror across the land.
Striking fear in the hearts of men,
As the world trembles again and again.
There it clashes with royal might,
Against the elephant in battle's fight.
An ocean of soldiers, bold and strong,
Yet the spear cuts through all day long.
