She poured me some Juice..
Sweet sugarcane My parched tounge yearns for
My Lips dried like cactus, dead snake Hide,
Wheels she spins & extracts that one drop more
Spurning her wrinkles, devoid of her pride.
In Three goddess glasses does the syrup she pour
to sleeping spouse and ofspring provide.
Her Mother's dreams & dowry Are simple not poor
Example , bindi, Glass bangles, cotton sari dyed.
Sweet sugarcane My parched tounge yearns for
My Lips dried like cactus, dead snake Hide,
Wheels she spins & extracts that one drop more
Spurning her wrinkles, devoid of her pride.
In Three goddess glasses does the syrup she pour
to sleeping spouse and ofspring provide.
Her Mother's dreams & dowry Are simple not poor
Example , bindi, Glass bangles, cotton sari dyed.
Copyright ©2007 Kenneth A Hopkins
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