Sangam

She paints her hands
With words of love
Draws leaves of henna on her feet
Puts kohl in her eyes
Rubs jasmine scent on her cheeks
Wraps a sari around her waist
Draped loosely on one shoulder

She lights a candle in the shrine
Out of body her spirit flies
Racing the wind
To the Yamuna River
Tiptoeing over shining glitter
Dancing and singing like an angel
Under the light of the moon

– Essama Chiba

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