Blind

Drona!!

the voice booms..

what is this drona..

how can you

speak of

old promises

to me?

cant you see

now

I am king..?

like a beggar

you stand

stretching out

your hand..

before a king

and address

him

as friend?

friendship..

is among equals drona..

go away

go home

let me tend

to my throne now..

the palace blurs..

the mirage

clears..

so does the beggar

and

the throne..

eye opens wide..

to broad daylight..

returning now..

from a trip

of its own..

thakshaka..

eye speaks

in a language

of its own..

i can never

consider

anyone small..

but in judging you

too big

to befriend..

i have committed

a similar sin..

if you will forgive

o dear one..

please know..

from now on..

never will i

let you down..

now..wriggles

the friend..

clambers up

the hand..

to whisper near

the ear..

nothing to forgive..

only to forget..

it’s just a

favour returned

my dear..

saying thus..

it leaps..

into

the mud..

all wet and soft

from yesterday..

it rolls and rolls

into a bigger coil..

and splatters some mud

my way..

splash! comes

the shower..

in sudden delight

i jump..

beneath unsteady limbs..

..the slippery earth

gives way..

plop! i fall..

in the mud

sliding..and falling

we play..

spreading around

the scent

..sheer joy..

of

freshly kneaded

clay..

now drenched

trying to

store somewhere

the ancient scent

of mother earth..

we rest content

beneath

the bright blue sky..

in the mud

that equals

every birth..

at the very end..

equal..

forever friends..

we lie