Women filled everywhere, spreading out
Their ashen faces and freezing stares
They broke through explosions of colors
On the centrestage, crying and laughing
They enacted several pantomimes
Their exaggerated eyes were pools of love
Strands of their hair cast mysterious shadows
On puffed up cheeks and elongated foreheads
There was this all-around woman-softness
Mothers, mistresses, maidens and all.
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