Two men
Eyes whitened, pupils hidden
Probing inside of eye-lids..
Alms staring at me
If I am blind to Truth
Knowingly I pay the untruth
Knowingly untruth well tunes
Sindhur, mascara
Colourful ribbon-bow overhead
Fake plait long with tassle
Modern chudidar, clinking anklets..
Sita alias Rama
Salutes, somersaults, dances
Flees away crossing over to Srilanka
Trainer, earner
Bunch of bucks
Tailed fuel, oven on
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