Not just mixing in some proportion
by swatee sripada
Or grafting or cloning one to one
It is not an experiment of biotechnology
It’s not a virtual lab
To have the animated figures
To speak the recorded lines
A simple touch of silken thread – the love of mother
That infuses lively feelings of care and cuddle
Sharing the flesh and blood a supreme creation
The birth starts mortgaging life to love.
The commemoration of hiding
Coyly my face in mother’s pallu
Have I groped for sanctuary?
Have I racked the heaven and hell
To burrow my face in the unseen shoulders
To reassure myself that I am secured
This is not a veiled fact– the philosophy
This is not a drama with preludes and interludes
This is life it surges and makes path
It will not flow in excavated chunks and bits.
This is life it lives and enlivens the world.