Rhyming Plays â€“ poetry for the stage
Sri Chinmoy was always one for encouraging people to develop themselves on all levels. Indeed, his lifetime of service to humanity, especially since coming to the west in 1964, was a mighty effort in all fields of human endeavour that will serve to inspire humanity for centuries to come.
And for his students, Sri Chinmoy was a wonderful role model who’s example and encouragement gave us the intrepidity and determination to explore new avenues of expression and experience. He always encouraged us to do things that enhanced our spirituality and the knowledge of who we truly are. For some of his students, it was in sports; for some, the arts; for some the field of public service. For many it was all of the above and much more…
Among the many members of the Sri Chinmoy Centre who share a love of expressing their inmost thoughts and aspirations through poetry and prose is Sumangali Morhall of York in England. Sumangali has written many beautifully crafted and thoughtful poems, essays and articles, but we would like to bring attention to the unique rhyming plays that she has penned, and that are based upon short stories written by Sri Chinmoy. These plays have been performed on stage by groups of Sri Chinmoy’s students during our annual Christmas vacations in various countries and have brought great joy to both the performers and the audience. Here’s a sample from one of Sumangali’s rhyming plays that is based on five of Sri Chinmoy’s short stories and was inspired by Spanish medieval music…
Duke: Did I raise you from that mire
In which some tawdry ungenerous bint
Spawned and cast you sans care, sans hint
Of mortal wound or even sadness?
Frolicked off with all the madness
Of a hare in spring,
Left you sans the meagrest thing
To call your own,
Whimpering softly all alone.
Cook: Sire, my very breath today submits to you with gratitude,
But mother had no callousness in granting me my latitude.
She did but die of her own accord,
And father then could scarce affordâ€¦
Duke: Do you displease me? O hho hhhho!
With whom and wither will you go?
And why and howso cruelly wrenched?
When here since hapless birth entrenchedâ€¦
Cook: I leave alone, Sire, as you found me,
No wall or blanket to surround me.
Boar and ant to be my brothers,
Trees my sisters, clouds my mothers,
Cousin of the night skyâ€¦
Duke: Yes, yes, but prithee why?
Cook: â€¦The heather knoll my hermitageâ€¦
Ohâ€¦! I am bound for PILGRIMAGE!
Read more: The Pilgrimage to Santiago
For lovers of poetry and verse; for lovers of stories and plays, Sumangali’s rhyming plays are a veritable amalgam of pure delight!
Sumangali Morhall’s Rhyming Plays:
- Sumangali.org â€“ In The Spirit Of Serendipity