Abharanam

Mother..

Yes…Child…

Thanks…

She smiles….

strokes my head

as i rest

in Her lap

and ask..

Mother..they ask

me

to wear gold

..it is a mystery

why young and old

admire ornaments

set in gold

Mother..

Why do they

prefer

the things..

in which

vanity sits..?

Why do these

flowers

prefer thorns

only O Mother

to adorn

their forms?

Dhaathunaam….

ASMI

KANCHANAM

She whispers…

Child..long ago

as the age

set foot

in this place

of dharma

Kkali..

spoke..to say

he would hide

away

in places thousand

fold

and bring to all

sorrows untold

and gold

was also meant

to be Kkali’s fort

but hear..

Inside

O Child of mine

Rightful Gold

brought home to

you

brings virtues

untold

For It is MY Throne

child..dont make

the same mistake

Parikshit made

and paid for

by his life

I don’t teach

so you stick

to it

like lizard to stone

I teach

so you use

each stone

to make some

of your own

to step

to the next

and inspect

to give form

to the view

of other stones

I left for you

Thank you…

Ammamme..

i hear…

me say

in shock

i turn

n wonder

at what

i just heard

i turn back

to Mother

fully expecting

the chiding i

deserve

And Mother

staring…..

cautiously…

whispers…

Dhathoonaam…..

asmi……..

kanchanam