On that early winter morning <br />The sun and I wiggled our way <br />Cutting through the placenta <br />To touch the earth to begin <br />Yet another play of maya <br /> <br />In that hazy half darkness <br />The thoughts of a life lived <br />Rushed across the by-lanes <br />Of unfathomable memory <br /> <br />Where were you? <br />Where are you? <br />I try in vain resurrecting <br />The faded memory <br /> <br />How it eludes me on this earth...! <br /> <br />In my tears of joy and sorrow <br />I offer the sun born with me <br />On that early winter <br />A holy bath ever since<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aaditya-hridayam/
