First gaze to the deep-sea,
Then to the seashore,
the corner of eyes.
Next ogle deep into
the eyes,
Again, a glance to the
deep-sea.
Pretending the mother of
vision.
The mother of deep-sea
vision.
Pretending as daughter
to be pampered.
Acting as a blind
actress.
Days and months
passed.
While your acting transformed
my thoughts,
In my breath, giving direction
to breath.
Closing your eyes,
burned in prayers,
As modern Radha, the Juliet
of Romeo.
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