Nimble fingers fidget and shape a sensuous feminine form....on floor:
Earthily costumed....Is this not the legendary lass lost in the wilderness...?
My heart skips a beat and asks Why? Where is the rest....of her? her full frontal form?
Why can't she turn...?
Dear artist....Why conceal when you can capture all?
Is she a femme fatale..? that will scorn at loose men who leer and rant today?
or is she a clean liberated essence of finetuned feminity that will reign supreme?
turn...?
.....My Uncle- A. R. P. Raman...
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