Into The Sun-Burnt Hamlets, Village-Homes Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Into The Sun-Burnt Hamlets, Village-Homes



See
I
The dark daughter
Playing
Unaware of
Her poor destiny
What it awaits her.

Daughter,
My daughter,
Dark daughter playing!

Sunday, April 15, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,daughter,destiny
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