Saraswati

It is in your eyes that I find endearance
It is in the fall of your chiffon dupatta.
When you dipped it in the sky,
You stole it's myriad of stars.
In the slenderness of your fingers I find tranquility
You paint Durga, but everything about you
is Saraswati. You are the Saraswati that never was;
Yet you complete Triveni.
Such is your grace, it is in the fluttering of your eyelids.
I am a man of simplicity.
I swoon with every curling of your tresses
Jealous of the wind that teases you.
I appreciate you from afar, I think that suits me
Yet if I were closer to you, I'd breathe your breath
I'd eat out of your hands
like a bird, I am your bird and
It is in you to decide, what you want me to be.

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