God Even Takes To Not, The White-Clad Widows Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
God Even Takes To Not, The White-Clad Widows
I see the widows and feel about
The widows
With nothing to show interest,
The food habit, manners and dress material
All restrained
As she cannot go in her own way.
She cannot eat fish and meat,
Cannot garlic and onion,
Cannot wear coloured saris,
Cannot dress red.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
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