The poem about bangles

Donne’s love poem was on circles
That made their end where begun,
The chakra of his purest geometry
A circle like an astral body’s orbit.
But your earth took breath away.

So you prefer a home-grown poem
About some circles of light around
Our girls’ dainty wrists, so perfect
That they slip softly in tender sun
And you forget where it all began.

( Referring to Sarojini Naidu’s poem The Bangle sellers)

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