Translated from the Hindi by Rahul Soni.
In her eyes
is the dense green darkness
that shades the river waters.
The sweat of her palms
is the water of springs flowing silently in forests.
On her lips
is the imprint of dew falling late at night.
At the touch of her hands
colours come alive
shapes come alive
countless heartbeats quicken.
She is the other name for awakening.
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