I love my Khangalands Is it’s chosen place Before you and I
The paisley design
The khorosho design
Reminiscent of the nut
Nature made it all
Before you and I
The intricate mandalas
Like the galaxy above
Planets and myriad stars
In orbit by the Divine
Before you and I
The joy of a dancing step
Sets off the colour divine
I am the Lord of the dance
The dance of angels divine
His grace thought it all
Before you and I
I beckon to My Lord
In humble appeal
To bless my heart
With infinite patience
That was there always
Before you and I
Magenta and pink meld
In Bandhani harmony
Fine feathers maketh
Not a beautiful bird
All praise is due to Him
Before you and I
Foliage circles
Circles and squares
Foliage and bird combine
Centre adorned by borders
Where the bird lands
Is it’s chosen place
Before you and I
The paisley design
The khorosho design
Reminiscent of the nut
Nature made it all
Before you and I
The intricate mandalas
Like the galaxy above
Planets and myriad stars
In orbit by the Divine
Before you and I
The joy of a dancing step
Sets off the colour divine
I am the Lord of the dance
The dance of angels divine
His grace thought it all
Before you and I
I beckon to My Lord
In humble appeal
To bless my heart
With infinite patience
That was there always
Before you and I
Magenta and pink meld
In Bandhani harmony
Fine feathers maketh
Not a beautiful bird
All praise is due to Him
Before you and I
Foliage circles
Circles and squares
Foliage and bird combine
Centre adorned by borders
Where the bird lands
Is it’s chosen place
Before you and I
The paisley design
The khorosho design
Reminiscent of the nut
Nature made it all
Before you and I
The intricate mandalas
Like the galaxy above
Planets and myriad stars
In orbit by the Divine
Before you and I
The joy of a dancing step
Sets off the colour divine
I am the Lord of the dance
The dance of angels divine
His grace thought it all
Before you and I
I beckon to My Lord
In humble appeal
To bless my heart
With infinite patience
That was there always
Before you and I
Magenta and pink meld
In Bandhani harmony
Fine feathers maketh
Not a beautiful bird
All praise is due to Him
Before you and I
Foliage circles
Circles and squares
Foliage and bird combine
Centre adorned by borders
Where the bird lands
Is it’s chosen place
Before you and I
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The pinks and magentas as described by you take a divine turn compared to mandalas in the mind. Awesome flow of expression Shariffa Ji. Loved the vivid descriptive details of the khanga.
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The Flag of my heart
By Kersi Minoo Rustomji
AH THE KANGAS
Its beauty, its grace;
it gently enfolds the curves
and body shapes;
tantalizes;
as the wind presses it;
against enchantment of the ladies;
water dripping over their torsos;
from their ndebe, tin, on head;
filled at the well, with their neighbours;
they meander their way home.
And if you walked gently;
and quietly behind them;
the chatter;
always full of;
a lode of amorous adventures;
of the blades in and around the huts;
accompanied by laughter;
as none were spared their silly antics;
and love filled banters.
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Phyllis Ressler tells a wonderful ‘Khanga Story’ worth reading the way women shaped the trade of the Khanga and the Mithali.
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