All in the veil
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Going.
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Mother Tara
Just the tongueAnd the glittering eyes visible,Just like a fresco.The tongue made of silver,The eyes metallicAnd set into the fresco.
Is she an English girl, a British or an American beauty
Yea, a White belle and a beautyIn a white sari?Who, who is she, a foreigner lady in a sari,A sadhvi of some guru ashrama,An American lady teaching yoga,Who, who the lady?Is she Sister Nivedita of Vivekananda or Mira of AurobindoOr the white European girl accompanying Mahatma Gandhi,You tell me, just tell me?A foreigner in India,…
Banalata Sen,
Searching you,Banalata SenGoing deepInto the pages of history,The myths of beauty,Beauty and love.Are you a poet’s imaginationOr a king’s princessOr a nautch girl?Are you a celestial damselOr an artistic imaginationOr a girl post-modern?
If the woman is
And if the same woman is notThe house not a house.The difference is just!
Purdahwalli,
BurkhawalliBibis,I want to interview themOnInternational Women’s DayTo telecastTheir viewsWith regard toTheir rights.
Kissing you,
As if I kissed a flower.The petals so soft and tender,So dreamy and imaginativeAnd so fanciful,Lovely and attractive.It was my impression of youWhich brought me close youAnd kissed I.After kissed I, tears welled up inInto the lustrous eyesAnd you held the hand,Asking to be truthful to love.