dr.k.g.balakrishnan
Wondered
once, little Lakshmi:
‘Can
we view our mind, Achacha?’
Bewildered me the eternal puzzle;
Still I tried to answer in vain!
For
I know how hard the conundrum;
As
the sky mute un-mute, true untrue!
Well, the vision the cinema, the dream;
So
the sixth sense the transcending beam-
The
X-Ray, the unseen, we have to deem;
The Feel
that pierces deeper,
To
glimpse even-not to comprehend-
The
hue Immaculate!
But
I explained to her thus: ‘My dear,
Where you keep the lessons you study,
The
flower you see, the rhyme you hear;
The
smile sorrow an’ all do come;
The
whistling we perceive, does core
The
whistle; the Whistler the Nebulizer
Is
here, there, every where.’
She
smiled- the meaningful-
Took the small whistle
(Yesterday
I had bought one for her);
Blew
it a thousand megahertz loud;
On
and on as though the Space unbound
Infused and the echo banged
To be
the Permeation fragrant!
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Note-
Lakshmi=my
grand daughter (ten year old)
Achacha=grandfather
Nebulizer=an instrument used for applying
a
liquid in the form of fine spray. (Medical term)
The Space unbound=Akasha, Hridayakasha
(This is from the author's recently published book
"THE WAVES OF THE GANGA")
