Bunny

When I draped myself with your being
Our bodies were turned within in meditation.
Then our limbs entwined like flowers in a garland
As an offering at the altar of the soul.

You and I, incense offered at a sacrificial fire
Our names slipped our of ourlips
To become a sacred hymnl.
That was a sacred ceremony for you and me.

Religious rituals came much later.


By Amrita Pritam

(Translated by Pritish Nandi)

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