"dhrupad" poems
I saw you today
under a bright sunless sky.
You,
bathed in green,
by a demure waterfall.
And you
moving
to the peacocks' calls
trilling,
through the leaves
that enshrined our midst.
You moved without care,
and you knew I was there.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC