bioglyphs. on turning ninety

to my grandmother

by Luminita Suse

a seven string veena has slowly
grown in her body

time has chained sounds of existence
in sa-ri-ga-ma-pa-da-ni solfège
the ballad of a life is ready
to be played back

Vishnu plucks the sensitive strings
with four pairs of arms, waving as plectrums
a conch, a mace, a lotus bud
and the wheel

tones rippling into infinity
until no strings attached

Published in Verse Afire, Vol 6, No 3, 2010


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