It was the approach of dawn, <br />Rupa Goswami of Vrindavan, <br />Had his usual bath in the chill water <br />Of the holy Jamuna River. <br /> <br />On the twilight sky, a star, <br />Not so near, nor too far, <br />Flew fast in the direction <br />Of the North-western horizon. <br /> <br />He knew it was a sign <br />For a star was just born, <br />The earthly life to share, <br />In this land, somewhere. <br /> <br />He stood in reverence, <br />And paid his obeisance <br />Towards the same direction <br />For this heavenly mission. <br /> <br />At that time, in Rajasthan, <br />In the royal Merta Town, <br />A female baby was born <br />To Chandramugi, the queen. <br /> <br />Rajputs respected all women, <br />But mostly preferred men, <br />As a tribe of warriors, <br />To fight in the wars. <br /> <br />Her father, Rathan Singh, <br />The Merta’s ruling King, <br />Was of different kind, <br />Having a spiritual mind. <br /> <br />His joy knew no bound, <br />On seeing this only child, <br />That was born to them <br />After a very long time. <br /> <br />Twelve days had passed. <br />A Pundit was then called <br />To give her a fair name <br />That would bring her fame. <br /> <br />For a proper calculation <br />Her birth star was taken, <br />And the name was given <br />As Meera, the limitless one. <br /> <br />Meera, it meant, the boundary, <br />Or the ocean, alternatively, <br />Her limitless love for God <br />And devotion to the Lord. <br /> <br />The child attracted everyone <br />And their praises she won, <br />For her face was so fine, <br />Like the bright moonshine.<br /><br />Rajaram Ramachandran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/101-meera-a-star-is-born/
