Henna - Poem by NITIN RAMNATH
Parrots call from a henna spray
Rush O maidens, hasten away
Under the morning sunlight bright
Delightedly gather the henna leaves in the quiet
Energetically grind them in mortars of gold
Nurturing her red lips do the betelnuts hold
Caressing the lily like fingers of a bride
Eternal memmories of the henna which is tried.
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