The Song Of The Dark Daughter Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Song Of The Dark Daughter



But who has at least striven to know,
What it is that ails her,
Marauds her poor self
Of the dark daughter,
A girl so humble, so meek
Which the treacherous world
Knew it not for so long,
A girl so poor and humble?

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