I followed those peacocks on that saree of yours

How they spread their rainbow colored wings

And danced to the tune of that shepherd boy

Who rested at the fringe of a lake beneath a sprawling tree with its green branches shot out in different directions,

I followed by my fingers every bit of that hand woven embroidered silk linen saree of yours,

Peach in the border and ocean blue in the middle,

And at once was I reminded of your gearing up for a party,

I could visualise you perfecting your eyebrows

And outer lines of your lips,

Your practised hand moving effortlessly drawing lines with pencils of different shades – pink, red, brown.

Then that saree you wore

Peacocks started dancing over your supple breasts

Till they would stop at the valley of your navel

The shepherd boy must have fallen asleep in the paradise of that valley,

Drenched by fragrance of unknown blossoms which sprung out of the meadows like little stars dazzling bright under the sun of spring,

Soft, lemony.

That hand woven embroidered silk linen saree of yours

I have kept in my closet like a dream.

By Moinak Dutta

From: India

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