When a man embraces his femininity,
and dances with soft feet
upon the red earth,
he is a ‘caress’, personified.

We are newborn offsprings,
sprouting out after the first light in Spring.
We hibernate for decades on end,
and resurrect ourselves from thawing grounds.

In each devoted dancer,
I see the face of my teacher.

(This poem’s inspired by the dance recital of Nartaki Nataraj, at The Music Academy, Chennai.)