On sultry, humid evenings;
I feel Her around,
disrobed of Her divinity;
in the last place to be found.

She commands, i obey.
No words, no conversation,
yet, a comfortable silence;
evelopes up both.

I see Durga and Mary
Magdalene and the Mother,
and then i see Him.
Both unified as One.

It would make no sense
Otherwise.

arundhati sinha

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