Let Me See The Make-Up, The Dress-Up, The Beautician, The Designer Called In Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The costume man,
The make-up man,
The jeweler all combing the things
To make it glamorous,
With kajra, collyrium,
Gajra, flowers into the braid,
The bindi on the forehead,
The maang-tika, the head locket
Hanging from the parting of hair,
A necklace around the neck,
Bangles on the wrist,
The bracelets on the arms,
A waist band around the portion
Rounding it,
Anklets around the legs
And the sideways covered with altaa,
The red colour ink.

A celestial damsel on earth
Directly from heaven,
Rambha,
Urvasie
Or Menaka,
A gandharva princess,
A flower princess,
A dream girl,
A bride,
An Indian flower,
Rajanigandha, Champa, Belli,
Malati, Raat-raani, Kanchnaar,
Chandramukhi, Suryamukhi.

The face with powder, cream applied on,
The cheeks dotted with sandalwood paste
On the facial endlines,
Scent and perfumes sprayed upon,
The hands with mehendi, myrtle
Embroidered,
She with the finger rings,
One ring with the mirror over,
The nose with the nose-ring,
The ear with the ear-rings,
The toe with a ring,
The beauty queen coming,
The Indian bride.