The Arrows Of My Wooden Bow Turned Out Poem by Lalleshwari

The Arrows Of My Wooden Bow Turned Out



The arrows of my wooden bow turned out
To be the pith of water rush grass;
The Rajdhani of the kingdom
Fell into the rustic hands of
A crude carpenter;
In the midst of a busy bazar,
Lockless remained my shop,
And a pilgrimmageless self.
I became:
Who appreciates, my friend .

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Lalleshwari

Lalleshwari

Pandrethan, Srinagar, Kashmir / India
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