Now I know where clouds are born. <br />Now I know where mist is formed. <br />With the eyes of a child, <br />The soul of a man, <br />I saw the sky make love to land, <br />He kissed her at the mountain of her lips, <br />Till she went blue and took the color of his muse, <br />She shivered, she exploded in a green of fulfilled desire, <br />In Their eternal embrace, in their dance of fire, <br />Were born clouds, were born mist, and was born <br />The Nataraj's dance desire.<br /><br />Hardik Vaidya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nataraj/
