STONE

Mother..

Please…

don’t mind

all useless kinds

of questions

i ask

walking behind

You..all the time

Sorry Mother..

i hear me say

Sorry…for the

times

i lose my way

She clasps

my hand

and in my palm

places a little

stone

like a soothing

balm…

i open my fist

to see

the same little

stone

that found me

in Giri Pradakshina

a little lion

that sits

and looks inviting

like a cushioned

seat

o dear little lion….

we speak in silence

i know you

are my own..

but pray…please

tell me who

you are dear One

it says..

dear friend

I belong

to the Queen

the Queen of

Arunachalam

I am the Queen’s

Own

I am

The Queen’s

Throne

I am

Her

SIMHAASANAM