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Dancing In The Rain

Thunder claps in the distance as an audience

while the rain keeps a beat on the ground and my soul,

My ghagra, a river of a thousand unspoken words

twirl around the starts and dust specks of outer space,

Waiting to be heard by the ears of the divine

gratitude and grace accompany my movements,

The wind and my ghoomar an indestructible force

weaving patterns so melodious even the gods’ blush,

As devotion takes over my body and my heart my dance

I hope the goddesses who blessed me with the gift are watching . . .

 

 

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