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?
