Ruth Poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan

Ruth of Mo ab,
Ruth meant for love and sacrifice,
Ruth was wedded to mahlon,
Son of Elemelaik
Ruth was virgin!
But Ruth was widowed!
Ruth was only thirteen!
Ruth followed Novomi,
Her mother-in- law.
When Moab dried up in scorching sun,
When the rivers and streams dried up,
When grape-vines are dried up,
They had no wine in their skin bags,
Their bins were empty,
No donkeys nor any cart,
Novomi decided to move to Jerusalem,
Her abode and birth place!
Ruth brood over her days in Moab!
Ruth had only a glance of Mahlon,
He nursed her cheeks once!
Novomi and Orpa, Ruth's sister-in-law,
Waited for a pious moment,
To send Ruth to the golden slumber,
To sleep with Mahlon!
But God called Mahlon,
His father and brother kilyon!
Ruth and Novomi proceeded to the promised Land,
Where Moses walked and died.
They passed Jordan!
And the ravines of Lebenon
Now they are entering the territory of Jerusalem!
Ruth wished, let the desert bloom with joy,
The grandeur of sharon rivines,
The greatness of Lebenon filled joy in her!
Ruth and Novomi kissed the soil,
The people of Israel led them to Bethlahem
And to Novomi's hut and farmland.
Anna and Sara welcomed them.
Novomi rembered; it is the season of wheat!
The beads of wheat were strewn in the fields!
It is ripe for a reap!
The young men of Israel rounded them in anxiety
Ruth hide herself in her veil
Just to avoid the hook-like look of men,
That appear to be vuluture's look!
Jerusalem never slept as Ruth entered!
Its wine stored skin sacks smiled,
Its streets woke up with dancing mood,
It lost and forgot calmness
Just as a heart in bewilderment!
Yet it was sweat.
Ruth was a dream
She started to reign the young hearts!
Jerusalem readied to wed the new bride, the Ruth!
Her steadfast but subline,
Love was submitted to Bovas,
The warrior of Jerusalem,
Whose blood longed for war and not love!
Ruth waged war of love!
Where Bovas failed to take,
The sword from the sheath!
Her haunting beauty,
Her celestial mein,
Took nature's balm from him!
He turned and tossed in slumber,
When the moon stood firm,
On the sky of Jerusalem,
Watching the Jerusalem girls,
Lying at the feet of their fiance,
Whose love they yearn,
And whose embrace,
And nupital kiss they long!
As Bovas slipped to sleep,
Ruth with timid heart and prayer,
Laid her on his feet in submission!
Bovas woke up and took her hand,
In marriage and union,
When the moon glided over to west!
Ruth became the bride of Jerusalem,
When judda celebrated the harvest festival.