Whatever it may be
Everything
Is for the simple touch for you
Hide and seek play or Holi's colour game
All envy for this
The mango grooves or the village road
All flooded with our chaos in the play.
Holi's colour game goes on
Bride's game in becoming a bride
Clothes clung to the body
When drenched with coloured water
Fire within and watered outside
We attack each other
Equipped with ecstacy, love, lust
And hide from each other
Being ashamed with silence
You know
Without you
I am nowhere
Not even with sixteen thousands numbers
Of gopis (girl friends)
Be the sixteen thousandth one
But be there.
Lest the garden or the grooves
The earth, the night, the girls or else
The life, the youth or the treasure
All false and mortal.
I
What a small and timid incarnation!
Step into so many shoes
To simply touch you a little
To wipe my face in your saree
I do colour myself
Both in dust
And am used to think
That I would come in any other incarnation
To be
With you and for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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