The first sight

Short in stature, voluptuous like nature
Like a sweet mango, she ignited within
The various fires that transform
By burning the troublesome seeds
Of desire driven trauma
That moves the heavy wheel of karma

Like Alice’s rabbit, she reveals
An entire wonderland
With just a mere glance
that is the meek portkey between
The phenomena of the known
And the luminous unknown

She is the much coveted fruit
That the Tamil bards eulogised
Dividing even Skanda and Ganesha
Making me wonder about my fortune
As she allows me to taste her becoming
Through the Grace of Being