By Deepti Tadala
For aeons,
She craved something
that she could not name..
Life she knew was a game…
of nameless pride and meaningless fame..
Till she found a form
of rhythm and gestures
of music and silence
of emotion and expression
Till she found a guide
to help her traverse
from ignorance to presence
from stillness to movement
Aeons later…
The muted poet, is born yet again
into her own melody
with her own words..
– The Ekalavya
