Poem composed of just two letters! Devanagari script, watercolor on paper. 50 x 14 cm.
Filled with transcendental amorous desire, the son of Nanda, who showers forth nectar, whose thighs are strong, who is the enemy of the demons, and who is the sword that cuts down the cycle of repeated birth and death, entered the rasa dance, holding a lotus flower.
Rupa Goswami, Citra Kavitavani, Verse 1