When took a dip in Ganga
that pink sari
imbibed a lot of Advaitha.

...glued to her skin
and lost identity...

became a mound of her mounds
curve of her curves
and dip of her dips.

I knew how euphoric that pinky felt
When dried up and separated from her
...retained her shape.

sathya narayana

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