Lying empty
Are your
All the seven chambers
From Sunday
To Saturday
Because
In each and
Every chamber
You leave impressions of
Kumkum smeared feet
Without stopping
Move away
On your
Further journey
My only
Treasure is
Recall of your
Rising and setting.
RAJASTHANI POEM OF SANTOSH MAYA MOHAN, FROM HER SAHITYA AKEDEMI PRIZE WINNING COLLECTION 'SIMRAN' TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY MYSELF, WITH HER CONSENT
RAJNI CHHABRA
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