mʏ poet

Amma taught me verses beneath Srirangam's ancient towers, her voice weaving Sanskrit syllables like temple silk. She'd recite Sangam poetry while my fingers traced the script, each word a bridge to ancestors who walked these sacred streets. Years later, I discovered my own voice through hers. Words became my currency, my honest earnings—each poem a PAYBO, payment in pure connection. My verses now echo what she gifted me: the power to move hearts, to illuminate truths. In sharing these words, I honor her legacy and strengthen the golden thread binding us all together.