little fingers
grasp
trying to clutch on
to my friend
tight..
eye keeps
the friend
in sight..
ears hear
for every
breath..
every cell
breathes
for the
still form..
voice stammers
you know..
you know
thakshaka..
let me
tell you
a story..
no
response..
once upon
a time
it continues
eye looks
sideways
for help
desperate
no
response
once upon
a time
something continues
there lived a
child
the child
had
a father
silence..
the father
had cursed
a sage..
to be
bitten
by
a snake..
what nonsense!!
the still
form jumps
to spin
suddenly
around
what ignorance!
what words!
no true sage
has ever been
cursed!
if you wish
to know
the story
of parikshit
ask me..
i will
enlighten
on it..
but why
speak
even a word
if it
will do
none
a morsel
of benefit??
ears can
hear
the blessed
words
happiness
floods.....
......
overwhelms
poor heart
again..
....
....
this great one..
this friend
heart whispers
in silence
o Mother
thanks!
for taking away
its pain!
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