Dark daughters,
When sad and sombre
I turn to you, turn to you
When dejected and broken.
In the dark world
You lying under the misty, starry night
As figures and figurines, sculptures inscribed
On the outer temple walls.
Telling a saga of love, affection and bonding,
Filial and deeper
Which but I do not know
Who you are, yoginis, devadasis or sevadasis.
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