BOND

..

..

..

thakshaka..

dear voice

is calling

out to

dear friend..

..

tha

ka

sha

ka..

tha..

ka..

sha..

..

it is

dividing

the swaraas

in my dearest

friend’s

name..

..

sha..

ka..

tha..

..

..

o dear

one..

whose centre

is mother..

bound

to me..

whose centre

is father..

..

eye wonders

at

the words..

at

dear voice..

but suddenly

thakshaka stirs..

form

can feel

the force

return..

eye stares

ears perk up..

as

voice resumes..

..

..

o dearest friend..

who

knows

Mother is

all..

..

o dear mind..

o dear chord..

i thank

you..

for all..

o dear horse..

now it is

father..

that needs

you most..

for

none can

convey

grandfather’s message

quicker

than you..

..

..

go dear one..

and

do remember..

that fruit

you carry..

the one

dear master

gave..

the one..

you did

not consume..

because

you thought

you cant

release..

a one

i accept

as master..

a more

potent mind

than mine..

the fruit

you did

not consume..

knowing that

you could not

release it..

but it could

have

released

you..

..

..

that fruit

my master’s

mind..

dearest friend..

o greatest friend..

do remember

to hand over

to father..

my master’s

teacher

..

..

for none

but father

can soil

white..

the way

i do..

mud..

is all

poor

father has..

my father..

..

..

..

the

beggar..

..

..

..