Ima-Our Mother
Ima: A verse
in dedication of Ima Sabitri Devi
The harmony of humanity in her lips
Ima swirled like magic
A child like playfulness springs her
toes
Ima brought us warmth and surprise
Offering us her harvest of joy
We must be selfish not to understand
Ima’s love
Tightfisted to embrace the language
of the heart
The cacophonic insanity of our virulent
civilization has drowned her melody
Ima, oh Ima, weep no more
I shall awake free from this memoir
of terror
To kiss the harmony on your lips
To welcome this morning that shall
be no man’s property
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