Nymphs are characterized by their attachment to a specific locale. Siren contributor Perzaia tells of her transformative trip to India, and her attendant attachment to this magical land of beauty and grace. Bahá'í House of Worship in Delhi, India, popularly known as the Lotus Temple
The Sutra of India by Perzaia Dance behind perfumed veils of lotus petals, in a garden full of eternal ponds; there welcomes a golden peeper, croaks once for me; twice for luck, in the land of ten billion colored lights. Afternoon’s heat drops a leathery wing, from every balboa tree; to catch the scented swami wind, arresting the skies, pigmented as never seen. Oleander’s blossoms glow shocking white littering the fragrant walk, Kama down in colored Holi strewn in tinted kites fluttered down, down, down to touch the golden beaches. Lord Ganesh my reincarnated lord of Ganas, I seek your wisdom to overcome, the cobra that keeps me far away; away from spice, your heated Namasté one. I tear away from my moment’s pant, my heart— a refreshed starved, in the golden temple of Krishna and Radha; she the flower, he the dew, await until drawn by their next breath. Think of me my beloved India, until our next chanced meet; rumored once for me, twice for luck embedded within my skin. -69-
Lord Ganesha statue, 72ft, Bahadurgarh,Hariyana,India
