i have worn garlands
of lonliness around my neck
i have adorned my hair
with fragrant flowers of your memory
i have decked up
with silks of our whisperings
i have worn anklets
of our tinkling laughter
i am the apsara
i am the abhisarika
i am the yakshini
who has a question;
even fate cannot answer...
"who made me a woman?
and filled poetry in my heart?"
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