Devadasi,
Who made you a devadasi,
Whose conspiracy i this,
Whose oracle,
is it of the goads and goddesses,
Whose is the soothsaying
Of the astrologers, astronomers and pundits
Who coaxing the parents of the first child to be given to
If the childless get to have new born babes,
I can hear the priests and oracle-givers conspiring,
I can?
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