Monday, 11 June 2007


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.

Copyright ©2007 Kenneth A Hopkins

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