They were caressed
by a gypsy's girl outside:
eyebrows pierced with
iron fate and bloodless agonies,
and bangles heavier than
her plates of uneven steel
disturbed her not despite
her mother's stern glances
at her acts of stupid business!
I sipped the few drops of hard coffee
that had been ignored-
'ignorance has dirt often',
but the tadpoles ceased not to jump;
perhaps they enjoyed a little stay
in her palms
so warm and moist,
and her pierced eyebrows
and heavy bangles
meant no identity to them!
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