Today's story of Indian English poetry
Is different
As the blondes and beauties
Making a way
Into the realms of it,
Bobbed girls
With the curls
Hanging over
The face,
Sometimes
Coming down over.
The bobbed girls going for shopping
With the vanity bags hanging,
Walking tip-toe on high heels,
Lipstick-applied lips,
Roseate cheeks,
Lustrous eyes,
Bobby, Dolly, Julie, Daisy,
Rosy,
In conferences
Reading their papers,
Reciting poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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