My mother is an abstruse person yet simple like'Bindi'.
I listen to her tall tales telling the hapless condition she had faced with growing three sisters.
She is hidden behind the ornaments and tells me to conceal my adjacent palm lines with 'Maindi'.
Imbibing the skin of 'Maa', I too have become a lady of embellishment and now my 'Leere' talks to hide my paunch and to grab a 'Chunni'.
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A refined poetic imagination, Randhir kaur. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.