Saris in the Dust

Beauty treads in coloured threads

Of shimmering silken silhouettes

Trailing shadows through the dust

Trespassing life's sweet mortal flesh

Shaped in realms of entrancing cloth

Traversing stone and this softer earth

In falling rhythms of coloured light

Reflecting images of luminous night

Caressing shapes of lyrical symmetry

Drifting in shades of woven mystery 

A mirage unveils their sacred history

Wandering through the shared eclipse

Of time and nature’s mystic aspiration 

Transcending all limitation of thought

The drifting image unveils the self

In unfolding waves of flowing soul

The falling falls of ascending truth

Revealing celestial images on Earth

Of the sacred soul of Mother India.

Author's Note

Looking forward to your response

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

I really enjoyed this. I have been to India several times and you have certainly captured the colour, spirituality, and the intangible mystery of the subcontinent. Your choice of language is superbly used to paint a vivid picture.
Very well done.
Alan
If you have time you might like to look at my prose poem 'Serendib -the land of jewels' (on page 5 of my uploads) Thanks

[Duncan Brown]

Mother Mother Mother Mother.................