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The Sweet Lass-Chandrakanta
The Sweet Lass—CHANDRAKANTA
The Magnetic Moon,
Is she aptly named;
For her innocent smile
In ICF she's famed.
Like a lovely creeper
Swaying in the breeze;
She is pretty sweeter,
For one's heart does squeeze,
The dark flowing tresses
In one long plait,
Swinging to and fro
With her swan-like gait:
Adorned with an aster
In all it's bloom;
She is sure an angel,
Dispelling all gloom.
Like a new bride
Clinging to her spouse,
The pretty flower
From her own house—
Kissing her silken locks
And smiling with pride;
It is enhanced in beauty,
Tucking in at her side.
poem
by
Chandra Thiagarajan
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