form

something..

stirs..

eye awake..

thakshaka..

are you

okay

..?

ears hear

voice whisper

..

..

my friend

remains

as before..

coiled tight

around form..

quiet

as before..

poor eye

wonders..

at the health

of

my dark friend..

voice speaks..

it seems

to mother..

o ma..

i

do not know

if you

can hear..

but there

is

a gift

of great weight..

that

i must

convey

before

it is

too late..

Silence

but poor

voice..

continues

unmoving..

it is

o ma..

a mere

question..

pardon me

o ma..

if the gift

is not

to your

liking..

..

as i

can only

repeat

whatever

i can remember..

and

it would

be my fault

if it sounds

all wrong

to your

kind ears..

Silence

o sati..

if you

had

to burn

for truth..

why could

you not

burn

while living..

..

..

if you

had

to die

for truth..

why

could you

not

die

while living

..?

Silence..

Silence..