Bijay Kant Dubey
The Child Bride Is Going And The Twilight Falling Upon Her Face - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
The child bride is going
And the twilight falling upon her face,
The small girl as a bride going
With tears into the eyes
To an unknown destination.
Seated on a bullock-cart, on the rear part
Drawn by two white oxen
And covered with a canopy
The bride is going
Crossing the hilly rivulet.
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