You are all fading into one smile,
one hand, one wagging head,
one face, and I cannot tell you apart.
You are a kaleidescope ,
a bright mosaic of sarees and silks,
nods and giggles, elaichi and curry.
You are a conflagration: cookfire chipati, mosquito coils, rope braids and endless service.
You hide under your saree pleading for revival and healing.
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