Beneath the drapes of red 

Painted red, 
Draped in costumes of holiness. 
Nostrils catch zeal in air
Even in alcove of disarray. 

The feminine ‘tandav’
Banks on limited freedom 
Her unlaboring hands, 
Take every step in tandem 
To drunbeats of un-dependence. 

The eyes gleam up, 
Unleashing the various dreams, 
That bless and haunt her nights. 
Rosed are yester’s blushed cheeks. 

© Rahul Mall 
04.09.2016 A.D. 

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