Thursday, August 22, 2013

Like seeing Her face...

Like seeing Her face
Lined by brush of paint,
Neat,
Perfect,
Saw her
This morn,
Sharodiya,mine,
Smiling, fine,
Biting corner of her lips,
Waiting,
As an artisan her forever keeps...
As a dream,
Real.

(Note: on an idol being seen, at an artisan's workshop)

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