When took a dip in Ganga
that pink sari
imbibed a lot of Advaitha.
…glued to her skin
and lost identity…
became a mound of her mounds
curve of her curves
and dip of her dips.
I knew how euphoric that pinky felt
When dried up and separated from her
…retained her shape.
साहित्य संगालो २०१३ 