Me Poem by PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR

when the smile astounds
the truth proclaims itself
miles together the crowd
stones on which they step
a coin to the feast
my work preludes me
the maximum of the thought
a signature at the last
for it is my own book
or a currency note
I gathered through the autumn
I am only a leaf, masterpiece
the very aim of mankind
a women's who weeps about

it surely spreads a smile
for a entirely new purpose.