Agna Poem by Rashida Mack

Crushed are the grains from
the bobbled kernels grazing the wind.
Ground to powder,
so soft,
blending into skin.
With a dropp of water,
turned into paste,
add the flame,
and it will rise into baked bread.

White gold too, from wetlands pasture,
baptize thee,
from two to one.
In union they lead,
as discord is destroyed,
common love beads
the tusks tied tight.

Sindor, saffron, turmeric break with
ashes and clay,
crossed and dotted,
with Sandalwood
walking in faith.
Light bewitched by tilaka's eye,
plains,
the wholly cross,
and the waters rolling good-bye.

Seared in soul,
through loves delight,
the heart burns bright,
as the darkness within,
turns into light.

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