Gleam

Coloured water and staring flowers
No, no, still, shhhh,  quiet
Dolefully enchanting
Slyly, rise like a strand of smoke
From golden gleams of ash and dust

My love, high love
Snake me up, hiss hiss
Like real bliss, plisse 
For me does do you too
In golden gleams of ash and dust

Red your nails
Wet them blue too
When words drink you up
In a tired tardy goblet 
Of golden gleams of ash and dust

Pride me up
With a sparkle darker
Than the golden star
Purpled and scarred
With golden gleams of ash and dust.

- by Bhawana Upadhyay 

(A friend working in remote tribal belt of Bihar in Red Corridor.)