Yes, she was a Devdasi…And she danced for her Lord!
As the clock struck 12 and the temple grounds welled
As Bells went DONG, and each heart swelled
Bejewelled, bedecked she danced for her Lord.
The sky looked down with its twinkling eyes
The crowd watched her, that moonless night
The haunting rhythms, the swaying gait…her search was on
As she danced for her Lord, that sleepless night!
She spoke aloud with her language soft…
Could anyone decipher...? She knew not…
She looked past them, and still went on…
With each spoken gesture, she was reborn!
Awesome! Wonderful! Enchanting! … They said
Bouts of jubilation, she hardly felt
For she had already entered that zone
Of blissful existence, a dancer adorns!
Then, she walked in the temple corridors,
Towards her Lord with her bells still on...!
He stood there vibrant, energetic, and complete
Fully awake, as the next day dawned!
Chants, hymns, bells and aarathi…
She stood gazing at Him for long
As she gently closed her eyes,
She felt Him within, his magic was on…
She felt complete, filled to the brim
With something, she knew not what…
“Yes! I am a Devdasi”, she felt…
And how can I not dance for my Lord?