-- *Mar*Of course. Here’s a *poem inspired by YM Sarma’s “Reviving the Lost Natural Endowments.”*
It captures the same longing — for the forgotten senses, the conversation of life, and the healing return to nature. The tone is meditative, mythic, and reverent. ------------------------------ 🌿 *The Language We Forgot* There was a time we spoke in fragrances, not words. Rain said its name in petrichor, and roots answered in silence. The air was a scripture of breath, the forest — a listening ear. We walked barefoot through meaning, each step translating the earth. Once, the body was a compass, the pulse a prophecy. Smell could tell the future, taste could read the wind. Then came the bright machines, the hum that erased our hearing. We built walls to keep out the wild, and forgot our mother tongue. Now we search in algorithms for the whispers of soil, for the syntax of seasons we buried beneath our screens. But sometimes, in the unmeasured dark, a jasmine opens its grammar, a breeze begins a sentence, and the lost nose remembers— for a breath— how the world once spoke through us. ------------------------------ Would you like me to craft another version — for example, a *Sanskrit-inspired hymn* or a *modern free-verse version* suitable for performance? -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHC%2BHUOQ-82pFstQL%3DcdZmUuUiDEFt-1jSUK_mvs5LBGrQA%40mail.gmail.com.
