indira babbellapati - Aaditya Hridayam

On that early winter morning
The sun and I wiggled our way
Cutting through the placenta
To touch the earth to begin
Yet another play of maya

In that hazy half darkness
The thoughts of a life lived
Rushed across the by-lanes
Of unfathomable memory

Where were you?
Where are you?
I try in vain resurrecting
The faded memory

How it eludes me on this earth...!

In my tears of joy and sorrow
I offer the sun born with me
On that early winter
A holy bath ever since

indira babbellapati

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