Laya

Left little hand on Momma's shoulder
The other clutching a strand of her hair
Little head without a care in the world--
Baby, we have seen you everywhere.

Prostrate with my cheek to the earth
Clasping a tuft of grass in my right hand
Holding communion with the Mother I love
I continue to hold the same strand.

Tiny little being, shrieking in joy
Reassuringly retrieved from a thrillful throw
Happy within, yet unable to express
Thats the secret of the smile, we know.

I see myself smile with my inner eye
Aware of the world that we spin on
Moments of calm in between the shrieks--
I am the form that's me! And that which lives on...


© Vijay Arora