Thursday, October 29, 2020

Navratri


Her silky log hair cascades

over the deep glowing face.

The sparkling smile all-pervades,

and strawberry blush to gaze.

Softly throb her royal veins

like a flower in the sun.

The sea-eyes on such terrain

dance like leaves every season.

And attired in queenly cloak-

she sways to the country folk.