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.
roadside rug 