she,
bent double,
rippling brown skin
under her
loosely draped
faded saree
dragging palm fronds
on the road
her nosering sparkling
against the sun,
as she gestures
to us for help
young shining eyes,
gummy grin
and wise wrinkles,
woman.
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2 comments:
sheh! i always wanted a photo with the FC paati before i left!
she's too cool man.
my favourite!
altho' i never saw her, the poem makes her real to me..
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