Author: Neeti Sadarangani

from the book, a poem:
Come, Lift Me
In a red skirt and saffron scarf I went.
To my lord's house I went.
The steps singed my feet
the steep walls questioned me
I turned
my Lord
from the eighth step,
and took to the streets.
The beggers pulled my clothes
i exchanged them for their rags
and shed my only gold -
a ring, in the thick black pond
by their huts
in open hair and blackened clothes,
street dogs chased me for fun
a mad woman kissed me
and a serpent once, mistook
my neck for a tree.
my dear come
to me, come
lift me!
under the peepul
by the gutter one morning
while bathing i slipped,
my skull hit the rock
and my lord smiled.
O how i ran!
leaving in my haste
my naked black body
in the water...
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