I mirror your divinity
gleaming into my eyes
As I do mascara and kohl
to my eyes
I paint your beauty
into my image
As I dance my steps
A trance onto you
I search your form
stretching my fingers
As I hold vastness
Into my hands
I am an orphan
cursed with a voice
Lull me to sleep
dreaming beauty into skies
O Maa, embody my 'self'
manifesting your divinity
I am no man
As I have lost my voice
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