I hear a call
not far away
“amma” “amma”
in full throat.
I turn around
find none,
hear the call again,
it startles.
I get little shaken
as the voice
sounds gruff
with an unusual drawl.
Oh! there I see a cow,
strolling, making noise,
similar to “amma“
The word is universal.
It is “amma” in our region,
ma in the western.
the syllable ma allows
no more extensions
“amma” being an embodiment
of love, grace, more
of compassion, pronouncing
itself place one in bliss.
Meenas Poems 