Sarojini Naidu .
BANGLE
SELLERS .
DANGLE -SELLERS
are
we who bear
Our shining loads
to
the temple
fair .
.
.
.
Who will
buy
these
delicate , bright
Rainbow -tinted
circles
of light ?
Lustrous
tokens of radiant
lives ,
For
happy
daughters
and
happy
wives .
Some
are
meet
for
a
maiden
's
wrist
,
Silver and
blue
as
the mountain
mist
,
Some
are
fushed
like
the buds that
dream
On
the tranquil
brow
of
a
woodland
stream
;
Some are
aglow
with
the
bloom
that
cleaves
To
the
limpid
glory
of
new
-
born
leaves
.
Some are like
fields
of
sunlit
corn
Meet
for
a
bride
on
her bridal morn
,
Some
,
like
the flame
of
her marriage
fire
,
Or
rich
with
the hue
of
her heart
's
desire
,
Tinkling
,
luminous
,
tender
and
clear
,
Like
her
bridal
laughter
and
bridal
tear
.
Some
are
purple
and
cold
-
flecked
grey
,
For
her who
has
journeyed
through
life
's
midway
,
Whose
hands
have
cherished
,
whose
love has blessed
And
cradled
fair
sons
on
her
faithful
breast
,
Who
serves
her
household
in
fruitful pride
,
And worships
the
gods
at
her
husband
's
side
.
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