With a plume on her head and PAYAL on her feet she came pecking for grains Firstly her beauty radiant as sunlight Secondly smelling as if immersed in perfume Thirdly her Skin color that of rose Child of any fair mother
I prepared one bed of love and laid it in moonlight Sheet of my body got dirty when her feet touched it I lost my sight in sorrows a flood of tears engulfed my eyes Whole night passed thinking why I earned this pain Early morning, with Scrub paste I scrubbed and bathed Dust exuded from body and my hands got ragged
She never ate food of Love so I served flesh of my heart She took a great flight And never returned back to country Oh my Mother I have befriended a hawk
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