When took a dip in Ganga <br />that pink sari <br />imbibed a lot of Advaitha. <br /> <br />...glued to her skin <br />and lost identity... <br /> <br />became a mound of her mounds <br />curve of her curves <br />and dip of her dips. <br /> <br />I knew how euphoric that pinky felt <br />When dried up and separated from her <br />...retained her shape. <br /><br />sathya narayana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pink-sari/
