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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
"Vain man," said she, "that dost in vain assay,
A mortal thing so to immortalize;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise."
"Not so," (quod I) "let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your vertues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name:
Where whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew."
---Edmund Spenser in One Day I Wrote Her Name
Is she doing Kathak or Odissi tying the anklets to her legs? The evening breeze, the sea, the leaping heart and the sighting of the lady love have been compared with. It may be the joyous heart after seeing the beautiful girl. It may be the sea with the waves touching the shore and washing the feet.
Chandramukhi, Chandramukhi, where do you lie you?
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Hats off to you, Aparna for the picture. An amazing one. Thank you.
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