Bangles
Turquoise green, they come in the box,
made of Lac and
studded with pearls.
Oh! Look at those purple glass ones,
so proud of their beady swirls.
These in their silvery metal sheen,
compete, for attention, with their sequined sisters.
The royal elephants on pink enamelled beds
bring out collective gasps of desire.
As the choodiwala displays
his ware,
women in our street, line up for the treat.
Vermillion red or golden hued,
their jingling sound so sweet.
While, Mothers and daughters, sisters and wives
exult with their treasure in pure delight,
We, the shaven headed widows,
with unadorned wrists, cry
silently at our plight.
- Neha Bansal
- Neha Bansal
