I want the raindrops to pierce my skin 
I want it to wash away all that covers my scars,
I want to dance with both my feet shivering at the sight of life coming back to the ground, the soil.
The wrinkled skin of my feet never quivered at the touch of mogra coming in contact with it
It has always been the alta I put every afternoon that mimics the blush of my barren canvas,
But I want to take it all off when the rain comes.
I want to feel human with the earth beneath me
I crave a person to hold out of a bustling crowd of people
just like the world craves the earth when it rains
she weeps and wails bare and vulnerable.

I want an archaic white saree for all of me
I want the rain to let it wrap me in a barbed wire
I want to close my eyes and try to carry the raindrops in the folds of my saree
and dance like I'm the only woman in a hundred far miles.
I want the riverbeds to be flooded in all the different places,
I want the lores and legends to be told in the worst of ways
in the folds of my archaic white saree which holds me tighter than all the lovers to exist in this green and blue mosaic.
I want the archaic white saree to be tainted and almost not breathing
I want to bring it to life
and give birth to a new piece of universe.

I want the archaic white saree desperately...almost like a child
I want to steal all the flowers I can find and sew them in my hair like gems in satin
I want to collect the kohl that smudges away when the water forces it to and make a black bindi out of it.
I want my black thick hair to be loosely draped against my shoulders
I want the whithering flowers to be safe to find a home
I want my anklet to make music in the hollow wonders of the sky
to travel in dimensions unheard.
I want, no...I need that white saree desperately...
and I want to wear that piece of garment on me like it's all I'll ever have
like it's flesh and bone on me
I want to feel divinity flowing through me in the form of that saree
I want it to be all over me till my hair turns grey
I want to be buried in it 
and the day I have it I'll feel like a prayer 15 times repeated.

I know,
I'll feel like a prayer 15 times repeated.

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