// ma //

//M’a//

When my muzzle pressed on the 
Plain surface of the world
I yelled for escape
M’a opened the window

A patch of rays rushed in 
from the outside rain
I was born.

I clung to grab 
her only wild beauty
and satisfied my survival hunger
I crawled to fist my shelter
Under her unconscious cloth 
which carried many abstract paintings
with my nose stuff
Which wiped many prickly pimples off my body
And put my existential pages under a tent.

M’a had a mirror 
Cremated on her wall
Sometimes revealing a face
with a vermilion signature of her sex mate
in-between her eyes
She changed her colour like an old book
Much used and much abused
Metamorphosed her body 
That has sucked many pains and virus in it
absorbed mutely the noises in and around.

Reduced to a clay bulk
one day,
M’a’s absence realized 
in her presence
in her absence
but
she looked and looked for a void
and expressed her reluctance
to stretch her lips
like an archly moon and
feared that her remaing teeth might fall off.
When a photographer asked her to smile
 for family pension

She withdrew 
and loved her only life

The mirror lost an image.