CONVERSE

AMMA..

why??

o MA…

You train..

me..in this

principle?

it is no simple..

task..to survive

this principle..

of converse..

that..You ask

us to learn..

..how oh Ma?

do we have..

..so fast

this strange food..

You make..

how..do we

balance..

the identities…

we have lived

with..

all past..

..knowledge

wealth..

accumulated

is at stake….

Child..

You will survive

RESPOND

and I

Will Arrive

You..

my World

how….

can It turn

upside down

My World..

has no side

can Never drown

Respond..Child…

Now…Recite

oh lone traveller

Recite…

for Mother..

Gayathri MANTRA

i hear..

the command

hurry..

to fulfil..

the duty..

struggle

to start..

the chapter..

..of converse-ation

i turn the key

in the ignition

for dear Life

engine..

Sputters…

like ancient

machinery

rusted..n worn

over the years..

of living..life

in this land..

of converse

like an old

gramophone

a stuck disk..

tries..

to come to life

tries to be reborn..

as song..

from form

cries awake..

Ga…yathri…

Ma whispers..

it tries…again

all stuck with rust

all caught in pain

ya thri…

ya thri…

ya thri…

thri ya…

thri ya…

thri ya…

OM…

OM…

OM…

THRI YA AMBAKAM

YAJAAMAHE…

SUGANDHHIM

PUSHTIVARDHHAN

AM…

OORVAARUKAMIVA

BANDHHANAATH…

MRITHYORMUKSHE

EYA…

MAAMRUTHAATH…..

OM…..

it breathes

its last

in Mother’s lap