Jilting Feet Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

I reside in a small village
On the bank of a stream
At the foot of a woody hill
From the canopy of my courtyard
Sloping valley of the Ghumti river is seen
Walking on the zigzag shadowy alley
drawn on the grassy land..
Making jingling sound of bracelets
She goes to the river...
Far-off wild Ghumti river
Never comes to the stream
...flowing under me...

Golden light and silvery shadow play
Hide and seek game on her face
The birds sing her name
The flowers enrich themselves
with her fragrance
The winding wind smells her
Lowering branches try to touch her forehead..

I can't do nothing..
Only stand by the window watch;
My shadow follows her
All day long.. all day long..all day long...
In the evening fatigue
While my shadow dying
Thereafter I'm transformed
into glowing-worms
Begin Drawing circle centring her
A complicated geometrical problems
unsolved...
Draw and draw keep drawing..all night
Till no night becomes night of nights...
At dawn I'm drawn as dew-drops
Qrnated with jewels
On the spikes of newly sprouted grasses..

While she walks
I'm anointed happily anointed
And
Wash her famous crimson-red feet...
Her jilting feet...