partha

erenguvaano…

..?

the wind

whispers..

swooping down

on

the empty grounds..

and playing

near

the

surprised ears..

ears cant

place..

and then..

oh..

hanuman…

o…

great one..

is that

you

..?

hands try

to wave

in the air..

as if

trying to

hold onto

the great one’s

voice..

..

..

the dear wind

circles

all around..

hovering

just above

like

a friendly cloud

oh welcome..

it rejoices..

do come..

dear one..

come and rest

a while

do come

there is lots

of space inside

arjuna has left

this comfortable chariot

to look after..

and

with all

that work

you must

be tired..

Sure..

ears hear

the loving

reply..

if it wont

be

too much weight

on your little

chariot..

oh..

i would

so….

love

to rest..

oh dear

one..

please do

not hesitate..

o windy

one..

for

this grateful chariot

you would

never be

a weight

it cant

carry…

please

feel free..

please feel

free…

poor heart

prays..

with all

the energy

it has

left..

the great one

settles in..

circling

within

the chariot..

as

a gentle

wind..

the horses

stand still..

the horses..

oh..!

eye wonders..

at their lean forms..

so lean..

the bony frame

shows..

how long..!

eye wonders

in sudden shock..

how..long…

since

they have

eaten last..

..?

..

hit

with

a thunderbolt..

feet cant

stand

any longer..

form

cant take

the burden..

of being

so blind

a charioteer..

oh..these horses

dark and lean..

this chariot

grey and old..

what..!

..

has happened

to everything..

..?

o great one…

eye exclaims..

to dear hanuman

oh..i need..

to ask

you

something..

voice is

addressing..

this

brand new

king

i know..

ears hear

the answer..

i know..

the answer..

you wish

to know

why

arjuna chose

the blind father

as king

..?

but..

but..

is that

what..

eye wished

to ask..

ears hear

in surprise..

however..

strangely curious..

the eye

cant

deny..

and quietly

settles shut..

to hear

the great one’s

reply

ears hear

the great one

say..

little one

that one

is

an apt king..

the eye

that does not

see..

the vision

that sees

all..

..

..

the king

that sees

one

in two..

..

..

the king

that is

one

as

two..

..

..

one ratha..

sanjaya

the charioteer..

Dhrithrashtra

the horse..

together

they cancel out

each other..

so happy

for

this

great kingdom..

voice asks

and..

who

is the king..

dear one

..?

dead quiet..

sits

the wind..

so still

that everything moves..

arjuna..

comes

the quiet reply..

..

Silence