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The first time I saw you.
It was in a remote world;
It was years ago.
You, yourself, were in a niche, manifest,
In a Hindu temple, a marble figure,
With your eyes carved wide-open.
You were adorned in regal, pageant gown
Dyed violet; it matched the color of your eyes.
Your right arm, it protruded direct, out
From the shoulder, it was bent right angle
At the elbow, it had a barely clenched fist atop,
And from your fist a thumb extended
Straight up perpendicular to your body,
Its signal was unmistakably providential,
It signed good luck, ‘thumbs up’.
Brass bowls of red-hot coals burned
Perfumed joss sticks at your feet.
Your supplicants cued from portal to portal arch,
They humbly awaited chance to implore good fortune.
And they carried on polished metal trays
Oblations of fresh-cut flowers and I remember seeing
Strings of marigolds, cluster upon cluster of pompons,
And with them bunch of large lotus flowers.
They offered all kind of fruit.
There were bananas, coconuts, and pomegranates.
All was splashed with bright vermilion powder,
As if to inform the procession,
To remind those petitioners that once,
That once, it was not so long ago,
Blood had sanctified the sacrifice.
And me, I await, patient.
I am just another mortal, who prays for favor,
Hope to tease meaning from your stare,
I desire, I wish for you to bless me,
My eyes are locked,
They dwell upon your motionless and painted face.
I go deep within my pocket, pull
Wrapped, hard candies, add them to my tray of gifts,
And excitedly exclaim, tell
The temple priests, I wear appropriate raiment,
That my nostrils detect your mango fragrance!
And in the clamor, coming up, almost inaudible,
Against the background noises of the street,
I believe I hear your coded parlance,
'I miss you'. You tell me, you miss me.
I am on my knees, here is my plea,
Goddess, Love, grant me the serenity
To accept the long absence
Before you are flesh in my arms again,
The courage to change those things about me
So better to pray and be proper devotee,
And the wisdom to remain faithfully yours,
To be yours and yours alone, today, tomorrow,
Whatever obstacles may bar the way,
Stay a course steadfast and loyal, fervently always.
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