Those listless hours of parting
Under the pale shade of brambles
The pauciloquant heart takes refuge
In the wild peccadilloes of love
Leafs reflect the morose visage
Of cuckoo shot through heavy
Plums and wet the mirror red
Sultry wind of the noon portends
A long season of unhappiness
As she finishes the chores and
Gathers the bangles around her wrists
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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