Beneath the green grasses
Is a naked desert
Have you ever
Felt its misery and solitude?
Have you ever
Tried to kiss its marooned lips?
It is as lonely
As the Goddess Kumari in her shrine
It is as parched
As the throat
Of the celibate yogi
Who has lost
His spiritual fertility
It is as anemic as the tea leaves
Floating on the hot waters of time
Beneath the green grasses
Is a naked desert
And beneath the naked desert
Seeds of the grasses
Lost in the austerity
Of the crumbling womb
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