On the parched earth
does she touch her feet,
with closed eyes she
joins her hands,
in absolute subjugation
to her Lord
she dedicates her being-
swaying her feet around,
twirling her waist
her unlocked wavy tress
eclipse her face,
the mighty force within
unleashes its strength,
her graceful gait gives way
to a euphoric wildness;
the tinkling of her anklets
the jingling of her bangles
as they fall off in places,
the concord of the sounds
sets fire on her countenance;
the frenzy of her dance
beguile the clouds in hide
the sky appears dense and tight;
the parched land satiates
its long-awaited urge-
down appears the rain
in ecstatic surge;
the creator is bemused
in all revelry and surprise
as she beholds her creation
in front of her eyes.
By Nandini Sengupta
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