Esraj

Esraj

In Your Hands
a rose-lipped, moon spiral shell
emerges a velvet red trumpet –

through smiling folds streams a line of pearls
which have drunk all the ocean’s blue-green;

silent silver depths gleaned,
a crystal mist floats skyward
to become Heaven.

– Duradarshinee Lee.

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