Long matted hair tied in a messy knot,
A beautiful man dancing in the rain,
barefoot, to the restless rhythms
of the heavy ghungroos tied to his feet,
bloodshot eyes, in a transcendent rage,
a godliness in his dance,
his twirling saffron skirt,
and the fat lash in his hands risen up,
he looks up to the sky, and whips his self,
drunk on the pain, till it bleeds,
drunk on his dance, his art, his god,
while his daughter watches on,
and his wife plays a chaotic drum..



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