Two Ancient Souls

feet grounded as pristine oaks
but legs like lean wild mares
arms as robust as iron bars

a rod that gives a beating
yet heart enduring cares

cheeks as rouge as roses
hair like that of a princess
wearing flare of queens silks

still a voice as strong and booming
as the great dev zeus thunders

eyes like deepest clouds
lips as cracked as meteors
hands host coarse deserts

authorative and commanding
yet as warm as kins hearths

sting swings in her wrists
flavour drips from her fingers
bosoms nurse her grandkids

she is the one leading
from behind the buffaloes

veronika is my indian nanna
she pours milk into my tea
she prays to yeshu on fridays

shiva puja not withstanding
and offers fruit from her tree

cow lady is a hindu
but she is not against the lord
i sense a spirit with her

truly compelling
of holy righteous sword

a light shines in her eyes
humility is her glory
her ways are complicated

alway through village moving
they hide a vibrant tapestry

whereso her feet treading
they are accompanied by hooves of nandini

veronika is a legend
i cannot forget her kindness
her husband ravi ethan

wisely condescending
treats her like his highness

he is my guruswami
and my desi pop
jovial and friendly

deeply understanding
and here my spring will stop