the bejewelled anklet….

A Digánganá has stopped in the middle of a dance frenzy...
Sensing something...some sound... Some body....
one of her anklet has broken
And golden ghungroos are spread in the sky everywhere.....

She bends down to pick them up...
to her further dismay her hairdo gets loosened..
And as if a river has started flowing
Now she searches her anklet beads in her hair river…

Poseidon,god of the sea teases her," Meghana,dance now,
Atleast when one of your feet
Is still decked with the bejewelled anklet….
I will paint, repaint &frame your moves in my being...
I promise..."