Her White Hair (On Seeing A White-Haired Blonde) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
Her White Hair (On Seeing A White-Haired Blonde)
I took her for an old girl
Starting to think,
How could it be,
How could
She White-haired
At such an age,
Looking old for
How could,
How could it be
She old at such an age,
Flowers getting singed,
Singed in spring,
On seeing a blonde,
A white-haired young blonde
So fond of hair-style
And dyeing!
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