Downing the
grace of the Earth generous,
I bow in
gratitude, at each thud of the feet.
I besought
Her consent to dance.
A grand
dance of death and its journey.
So, the
breath waltzes with the heartbeat
and grace
tenderly robs me off gravity.
Hey Shiva! I
dance with ache too, in glee,
in the womb
of the only dancer known to me.
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