You say
The evening twilight-
A beautiful girl
With tinkling bangles,
On feet,
A girdle on hips
And a beautiful breast.
It is not you, I know,
It is the passion in you
Who says all these.
Truth is what you say
It is misrepresentation
And delusion, let me say
You are in diseased condition.
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