You Are Nirmala, Nirmala, Miss Pure & Clean Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

You Are Nirmala, Nirmala, Miss Pure & Clean



Who says it that you are Patita,
Patita, Miss Fallen & Trampled,
You are Nirmala,
Nirmala?

Patita, wipe out the tears
Falling down the cheeks,
Fallen and dried on the cheeks,
You are not Patita, Patita,
But Nirmala, Nirmala.

Saturday, August 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success