You held a wild flower in ur finger tips
Idly u pressed it to indifferent lips
Idly u tore its crimson leaves apart..
Alas! It was my heart...
You held a wine cup in ur finger tips
Lightly u raised it to indifferent lips
Lightly u drank & flung away the bowl
Alas! It was my soul....
(Frm 'Caprice' by Sarojini Naidu)
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