You

Oh goddess of mine,

Which monolithic sculpture are you?

Which chisel carved your belly?

Unknown, to the depth of my eye.

Unknown to the sense,

Through which I felt you.

Which sculpture are you,

Who abandoned my perceptions of life?

Heedless am I, too intense.

Oh, goddess of mine,

You are my wisdom.
©Rakesh Raghavan 

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