Indian Widow - Poem by kalyan mech
Who has stolen the smilies
From my household garden,
Return it: without it even Tulsi is not smiling.
Who has stolen the jingling bells
From my moon's hue anklet,
Return it: without them my steps are not rhyming.
Who has stolen the red Bindi
From my forehead,
Return it: without it my beauty is not shining.
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