Whern I Saw Her Playing (The Dark Daughter) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Whern I Saw Her Playing (The Dark Daughter)

The small dark daughter
I saw her playing in dust
Outside her sun-burnt hamlet home
Made from mud
And the straw-thatched.

Monday, October 7, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,daughter
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