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After The Death Of His First Wife, How Does He Colour His Hair, Have You Marked, How Does He Smile On Seeing His Second Wife?

When she had been alive,
She used to work
From dawn to dusk
Just as a beast of burden,
An ass or a camel
On whose back
The goods are loaded
Just like an ox
Without taking food timely,
Keeping hair oiled,

Face cream smeared,
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Sunday, November 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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