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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