for the artists amoung my FB friends.... these lines by Tagore in his poem 'The Dream' would make a pretty picture...this lovely lady has flooded my mind but would fail to capture on canvass....." Far, far away, at the dream-city of Ujjain, by the bank of the river Sipra, I go searching for my beloved of a former birth... Her face pollen-powedered, a pink lotus in her hand, white lotus buds stuck behind her ears, and crimson amaranath in her hair; her lithe body enwrapped in a crimson sari, her ankles tinkle shyly...."
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