The folds of life
Were like saree silk
Soft, smooth
And embroidered
The brocade was touching
Adding to grace
Why the passions nudge;
In subtle flow create...
The nuzzle on the knee
The borders heavy
Flowing with her
her long pleated braid
Artful made
Decked with jasmine
Wisp of fragrance
The ring of tinkle
From her ankle
her peeping silver ring
Around her delicate feet
How to her push
Into the common place
Of daily buzzing crowd...
When she tip toes
Around my room
Silent yet omnipresent?
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