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

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