Her mermaid’s hair
floating all up in the air
Her tiny legs
drawing unparalleled brown eggs
Her strong hands
clutching the parallel bands
Her yellow t-shirt
covered in footpath dirt
Her black pants
sandy as deserted cactus plants
Her happy teeth
wrapping up all the dearth that is beneath,
Stimulating an epiphany
to judge my lethal face scarf
and isomorph
into an untroubled being that she is,
to wave away the misery of
my existence and atmosphere
and go on that polluted swing.
~G Snehalatha Goud
India