Reach out to the river’s flow,
Unveil my body, let it show,
Let the fire dance, ignite today,
A battle begins with clouds and a woman’s sway,
With rain and saree intertwined,
Let the coal of wax burn on the stove, unlined.

In the shadow of the clouds, the moon will rise,
In darkness, the light will surprise,
Women and poetry,
Walk the same path, hand in hand,
Carrying the chill of winter’s reign,
And the dust of temple stones, so grand.

At times, it feels,
The stone in my chest will melt away,
When the river’s touch reaches my skin,
When the flames burn and memories thin,
Leaving only embers of fiery past.

The magic of words, the touch of dreams,
A new melody hums in the air it seems
Old tales will become new again,
Sowing seeds for life to begin.