The Green Consort: For Aparna

While the world hunts down, the secrets of Da Vinci

The Code-busters abound, as far as one  can see

I seek a new turn, instead view Ms Dogra

To a hoary Indian myth, my attention I then draw

Daughter of the Mountains, Consort of Shiva!

Nurtured in the highs, from whence flow the rivers!

Named thus, this modern-day belle

Has, however, a different story to tell.

 

She traverses the Continent, picnics in Fontainbleu

Has friends of all kinds, and boy, they're not a few!

Yet her name rings, an ancient little chime

When the world measured itself, in Oriental time

Some day I shall pen, the Legend of Aparna

Show the leafy roots, of the Apparent Foreigner!