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
