Indigo

I don't know if I could admire the burnt blue hands for the skill they have acquired
or if I could turn away seeing the cruelty of the art.

Beauty indeed, skill indeed but we never saw the pain behind did we?
 
"As she goes her way
that one
in the indigo saree
wringing it,
wringing it free
of the last drops
of pond-water,
she wrings out
my life-breath
too."