Kannaadi

Mother..

Mother..

if i may..

may i..

also enquire

when..

You wish

me to give up

o Mother..

Your magic mirror..

?

when will i

lose it

that precious gift

where

i see You

?

the mirror

of mystery

n medicine

Your poetry…

?

if i’m warrior

must i not

prepare..

for the future..

benevolent Mother

?

She takes

my hand..

places in it

a pot of drink

Have This..

She commands

i stare..

at the crimson fluid

whirling slowly

like

whirlpool in the

sea

Please Drink..

She repeats

this drink..

made from

crushed extracts

of fruit-bearing..

core..of

a coconut tree

from its core..

its soul called

kannaadi..

Drink Child

Your

Ammamma’s recipe

n yes..

sit..please

take it easy…

take it slow..

My mirror..

was gone

long ago