Woman 1
You are the mustard oil
You declare yourself
necessary evil.
It is you also
who call yourself devil.
You are there to say
something always
It is you to decide
what is night
what is day.
Where to go with you
I do not know
I know the begining or
the end is also
not known to you.
You lovely Woman
I am here to
start you again
and it is you
to put in proper place
that is there
in the terrain.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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