She is in search for land
under her foot sole
around the arms, and
above the head
from this corner to that corner
from this sky to that sky
she stood on her head
putting hands and feet down
sometimes became a four-footer
she keeps on searching for land
in the process of becoming landless
changing the light into darkness

She got the land
so much that she can cover herself
she can spread herself, and
use as an umbrella

Now she remains
with her land, and loneliness is
in every pore of the land