sanjayavaani

as eye stares

in amazement

at..

the tall white

form..

staring

at the mound..

ears hear..

dear one..

how may

i return..

your favour..?

o noble soul..

what brings

you here

..?

eye turns

in wonder..

to see..

the source

of the

earnest voice..

the little one

stands before

me now..

eyes look

at the image

like in

a mirror..

almost..

somehow

we connect..

somehow..

we differ

i..

i don’t know..

ears hear

voice stammer..

i

am looking

for mother..

confused

it whispers..

your mother..

is addressed

how..?

asks

the little boy

now..

sati..

voice utters..

ears wonder..

is that

the name

of mother

..?

oh..

says the

little one..

i see..

so that

is

your mother..

i do not

know

her whereabouts..

but when

you meet..

do ask her

how..

she is

and if

she would

not mind

i have as gift

only

a little question

for her..

sure..

ears hear

voice answer..

entirely puzzled

now..

but

voice continues..

what..

question

would you

like me

to repeat

to mother

..?

please convey

o dear one..

this question

from me..

the only gift

that is with..

the child..

of

a tribal chief..

Hoan tohi pucho hai sati..

jeevat kayon na marai..

muvan peeche saat kare..

jeevat kayu na karai

suddenly frightened..

out of its

wits..

poor eye

shuts tight..

as

voice hurries..

okay..

i will surely

ask..

..

eye turns

from the

dark one

to

the white

form..

prnaam..great ones..

to both

voice whispers..

gently we retreat

into

the trees..

the forest shrubs

and creepers

filling the

blanks..

as we

turn

the bend

and

hurry away

..

from the

strange

scene..

from

the

lookalike

friend