For Jayashree Kadri, poetry is like pollen on the tip of a finger. Flower pot. Sojiga slowly blooms a melody in life. A path to release from inner boils, stabbings. Bedagu, who fills silence with sound, weaves words with emotion, Pari examines herself and society at the same time by shedding light on the sighs of girls who have remained in the dark.

Jayashree has ably portrayed the condition of girls through metaphors. Although the border of the saree is important to its overall beauty, it does not get the same importance as the body. So many times it is the post that has to endure all the cruelties of the ground. Its walk with dangers. Can be torn. Can get trampling foot. Life is like an orchid that is a flower but not a flower. Without the touch of soil or sand, life blossoms in just the grip of wood, showing colors to the world. A society that sees only plants, vines and flowers on embroidered cloth does not see the needle puncture marks behind the beautiful design. The poems here attempt to make them appear. There are memories in Jayashree’s poems. There are dreams and visions. There is a deep regret about life losing its naturalness and becoming artificial. There is a critique of society. The poet who thinks ‘now’ is the truth is deeply aware of the impermanence of life. He thought that poetry is a balm for all wounds.

I wish Jayashree all the best for the poems he will write in the future.