Thank God we cast
A spot of shadow in our lives,
Said the Mahabharata bride,
Facing five versions of her groom---
Your man himself plus four male gods,
Four dead-spit images,self-xeroxed in his shape---
Who recognised that heartbeat,
The man she'd have to part with
By the shadow at his hell. Gods don't go round
Casting shadow.Things we do and feel
(As a leader in The Independent
Put it afterwards)are incomplete,
Imperfect,therefore real.
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