The mountains are green with monsoon trees
Over them loom the dark blue clouds
The river swells with unmeshed glee
Breaks and bounds in loops and curls.
Her snake black hair she unfurls
To flow along the river’s edge
Her sun kissed toes with silver rings
And tawny feet, anklet laced
Yield not their youthful spree
Her unveiled face is open to gaze
Of secret eyes she holds within
Somewhere deep in the wilderness
Her anchored being in stillness
Beholds---
A face and eyes long razed to dust
A face and eyes stilled not by time
A face and eyes become once more
Interred in her face and eyes.
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