Indian Widow Poem by kalyan mech
Indian Widow
Who has stolen the smilies
From my household garden,
Return it: without it even Tulsi is not smiling.
Who has stolen the jingling bells
From my moon's hue anklet,
Return it: without them my steps are not rhyming.
Who has stolen the red Bindi
From my forehead,
Return it: without it my beauty is not shining.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
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4/25/2024 3:31:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So beautifully worded! melodious! i like it