Sa Pa’s monotony

I stand in a sea of light
Orange ripples lustre my fluid ground
A red beckons—
Pure in hue, pregnant with promise

My raga floats away—that untold form
Drifts gleefully unto the grainy beach—
Away from my ruddy dream

I am still standing—
A porous pile robbed off its juice,
Sans shape, sans curve, sans frills, sans whole

I remain an Isolated Tanpura’s drone
Sa, Pa’s Monotony