Brittle bangles adorned
a beautiful bride,
Sparkling gems unveiling
emotions inside.
A young girl flaunted
her bangles on stage,
Delicate glass suggesting
coming of age.
Bangles jingled as
lady of the house passed by,
Tinkiling sound was music
to her baby's lullaby.
Red, green, yellow- it shone
in a dusky woman's arm.
Standing near oasis,
adding to dry desert's charm.
A little girl makes bangles
in fire with her tender hands,
Between her dreams and reality
the glint of colours stands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a pretty piece of poetry coming from the thought of something so simple as bangles! Nicely done!