acoustic compass
Context:||This poem is written in Ardhasmriti.
Ardhasmriti is a poetic form conceived by me — a seven-line symmetry where meaning turns upon itself. The same words breathe differently when read forward and backward, revealing two emotional truths divided by a single still point.||
(Translation: Maa means mother) and this is my contribution for the mother's day. Happy mother's to each and every living organism who has played the role of a mother. May it be a single father or the pet dog who stood with your lil hooman.
The Woman Behind ‘Maa’
[ Maa: 1→7 ]
I. The one who gives her own life — to give birth to one.
II. The goddess who goes through the bone-crushing pain
III. To be forgotten by her son.
IV. Maa-
V. The epitome of sacrifices often called vain.
VI. She stays beside her own part, caring, considerate and fun.
VII. The process of being a mother is never done,
Yet for most, the game of a sacrifice goes on — insane.
[ Woman: 7→1 ]
round creek
narrow loom
jagged adder