Keeping her caged,
Rugged, turbaned and uncouth,
The fanatical, orthodox and conservative trafficker and the bootlegger
Go about seling her.
Just like a green and pink-necked parrot,
The astrologer goes about using the bird
As for picking the zodaic cards of fate
As to prophesize.
The same middle men, astrological men, as per oracles
Demanded the first girl issues
To be given to the temples
To be devadasis and nautch girls.
But the things remain not classical and devout,
One loses chastity and gets tempted to,
This is but human nature,
The same sacred speaker a little later turns into a bhogi,
Have seeen the tears falling the eyes of a nun,
The yogans and sevadasis?
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