orma

deep dark..

where

eye

cant see..

the deepest

fear..

is surging

now..

why..

oh why…

God

only knows..

where

what

and how..

..

i try

to stir..

but

thakshaka

has held

form

coiled

tightly around..

form

is stretched taut..

like

something

has gone

terribly wrong..

or

something

is just

about to

crash..

..!

eye tries

cant see

a thing..

eye cant

see

but

ears..

can hear..

..

..

my..mother’s

voice..!!

dear..

mother’s

words..

..

..

swami..

i

wish

to go..

to father’s

yajna..

..

..

..

great!

is the father

whose

daughter

you are..

do not

hesitate..

sweetheart..

..

..

ears hear

the reply..

in

dear father’s

voice

ears hear..

father’s

heartbeats quicken..

my father’s

biggest test..

and he

who supports

all..

now

stands

all alone..

Father..

voice cries..

Father..

voice sighs..

did you..

hear..

that..

sweetheart..

..?

the first

word..

our child

uttered..

did you

hear..

my dear..

..?

ears hear..

father’s gushing

joy..

eye can feel

father’s

palm

somewhere

nearby..

hands

strain

to reach

to soothe

father’s pain..

but..

a wall

of some kind..

stands

in

between..

why..

does

mother..

not speak..

to father..

?

eye wonders..

form strains..

against

thakshaka's

tight hold..

..

..

..

words..

some words..

am i

dreaming..

?

eye wonders..

ears seem

to hear

mother’s

thoughts..

..

..

..

..

..

great!

is the child..

..

..

whose

father

..

..

y o u..

are..

..

..

..