sanjeevani

oh..something..

is surely

going

on..

but..

oh!..what

eye just

cant

make anything

out

..

eye sees

the white one

approaching

the little one..

dark..

just like

me.

with outstretched

arm..

the white one

speaks..

child..give me

your arrow..

let me see

if there is

some kind

of

medicine

on it..

taking the arrow

from

the child’s

hand..

the white one

is turning

it

over and over

trying to spot

a drop

of white

in jet black

now eye sees

the white robe

shrug..

handing back

the arrow

to the child

to

the look alike

of me..

the white one

heads..

to the disciple..

now embracing

the feet

of

its master..

come arjuna..

ears hear

the white one

utter..

bending

to tug

at

the arm

of the

sprawled form..

come..

with me..

we need

to practise..

i need

to make you

the world’s

greatest

archer..

..

..

the disciple..

seems

to have

heard..

eye sees

it nod..

in agreement..

and try..

..try..

..try..

to stretch

its arm

upward..

to the..

the arm

of the mud

idol..

..

..