Mango

the figure

stands

hands outstretched..

staring

at the mango..

but..wait..

the figure says

wait..

dear one

thakshaka..

is a

snake

master..

no..master..

please do not

feel bothered

about my friend..

it is not

his fault..

he cannot

recognise

his master..

it is

because he has

never seen

in the first place..

he has never seen

his king..

but master..

voice continues..

hand on heart..

he is

a friend..

he will

recognise you..

even if

that is

the only thing

he ever

recognises

form bends low

to whisper

thakshaka..goodbye..

heart cries

and eye smiles

wishing

my friend

all lifetimes

in bliss

eye looks up

to see

the master standing

still..

peering at

the speck of dust

on the white robe..

wondering

whether to apologise

for soiling

form gets

onto the feet..

but eye sees

strange longing

in the master’s eyes..

the spotless hand

trembles..

studying the dust

like it has

never

encountered any

before..

again..

dark clouds

pass over

the eyes

not able to

comprehend

the scene..

not wishing to

interrupt

or increase

any suffering..

form withdraws..

reverently..

walking backward..

not wanting to let go

the sight

the sight..

the sight….

of

my master