On the Mirror

Lying on the bed of thick soft Grasses

Under the open sky --

I'd observed you

On the Mirror of Moon.

You were running, wearing a frock

Suddenly changed it and wore 

A Beautiful 'Churider'.

Smiling changed it again

And Dressed in a Cotton 'Sari'.

Under the spray of Magical Force

That Cotton sari turned into

A Pink 'Benarasi' !

Your face painted with sandal paste,

Your smile became bashful.

Some women blew a lot of 'Conch'

Some women uttered the sound 'ulu'.

Suddenly the Mirror disappeared

Under array of dark clouds.

Now the deep darkness, 

The smell of wetted earth

And the Crickets' call --

Bewilder me.

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