An Ode To A Doll Maker

Once I saw a little girl playing with a dancer doll. Her outfit was embroidered with the silk and silver yarn, And decorated carefully with gold beads and sequins. Her scarf was as wavy and transparent as a clear mountain stream. Colorful tinsels were braided in her black hair. Her bow like brow and nectar dripping lips, Her round sensuous breast and slender bare waist Were perhaps an accomplice to its maker's own sensuality. O! Doll maker! amazing is your skill to replicate The curves and contours of Nature's stunning creations. The artistic hands of yours take the raw material and Set it into the exquisite pieces of your imagination. An angel in stone seems to fly at your command. A figurine in porcelain sings the high notes of music. A Kathakalli dancer comes alive in swirling motions. The spirit of Kachina doll has the essence of spiritual force. A silent history of Universe is depicted in these still forms. Like a writer's verse your doll is just one of a kind. Like a poet and his poems, you and your dolls are Solace to each other, united in a single expression of love. The maker of the doll and the little girl playing with it, The poet with its poetry and the mesmerized readers- All are bound to each other with a creative rhythm Beating in their hearts, surging in the play of ever changing Ever lasting and ever new beauty of art. Writer' Note: Kathakalli is an ancient and popular dance form of India.