Athishayam

Child..have you

known surprise

even if in advance

you have been

made wise

to the situation

that is going to

happen…?

i pause..

N ponder..Yes..

all the time

comes the quiet

reply

She laughs

like a whirlwind

in my Soul

Says…

Just like you Child

no matter what

I already know

when I see

it in action

you never cease

to amaze me

unknowingly you

seize

every opportunity

to daze me

leave me

spell bound

look what you

are upto..

i jolt up

n sit up straight

what have i done…

now…

with a strange

foreboding

i wait..

Before worry

gets a chance to

be

succeeds in

weaving

a mystery

a web of

accusations

in poor mind

She speaks..Child..

You are wondering

what it is you own?

that you can give

me

in return for my

throne..?

then..i understand

nothing in my hand

will suffice

as a price

for the gift of

stone

more precious

than gold

But She speaks

Says..you can give

if you wish to give

Give

Me Your Father

Eyes meet

two that can see

n two blind

to all outside

i understand

stretch out my

hand

n place in Mother’s

my stone Lion