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.)
Ashwini Pawar Kaarthikeyan
Kaarthikeyan Kirubhakaran
Hema
Where Artists Meet 
Beautiful!
Ashu I like this poem especially. Feeling the resurrection from thawing grounds deeply.