Modern India Poem:


By Hira Bansode (1969 AD)


She, the river,
said to him, the sea:
All my life
I've been dissolving myself
And flowing the towards you
For your sake
In the end it was I
Who turned into the sea
a woman's gift
is as large as the sky
but you went on
worshipping yourself
you never thought
of becoming a river
and merging
with me.

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