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The Glory Unsung

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Thou have never been kind to her
Oh God!
why always it is she alone to suffer.

She has painted her tiny fingers
with the dusky colors from the glowing horizon
her plaits of hair have been decorated
with the ever lasting fragrance of the rajanigandha
she has smeared her quivering lips
with the wet musk taken from the dawn

her every dream has been christened
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