This poem is dedicated to Indian poetess Sujata Bhatt.
the first glimmers of morning are reflected on the lake in Jaipur temple dancers-devadasi in a tangle of hands and long-haired shadows welcome the new day like cobras... while women on the shore (blow after blow) are pounding their laundry – they want to punish life… LIFE which is neither bad nor good just flows like water…
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