Sunday, January 7, 2007

Vande mataram.

Vande mataram.

The place aside the sea

That bathes the eye in blue

Where sensuous waves upon the sands

Craft an ethereal magic

Of stillness that moves

And the gently wafting breeze

Brushes aside the moon

Scattering the limpid sky

With twinkling gems of madness

In such a place was born

A nectar of a girl

Between the mad one's thighs

Spread on the coolness of sands

That cradled her

An orphan at birth

Clothed with a saree

Of tattered time and life

Awash with saltiness

Of the dandi land

She a pickle

Tasted and cast aside

Buried alive

To the tune of

vande mataram.

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