Those were endless words in Abheri raga about our God who stretched end to end of the deepest sky.
We stood breathless as His feet measured all the three worlds under palm umbrella ,one foot on our head. His wooden slippers made no clicking difference to our sweaty silence.
Our panic held a bunch of iron keys in its fists. Our death went out of our body as the keys opened inward sadness, a body held captive as he measured infinity starting from our head.