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Jan 2019
For  many  days
continuously
i  seeing  an
Indian  woman
coming   to
inside
the  river  for
stooling.


She  had
flowery  Indian
saris.


Not  too  fat,
not  too  thin.



Her  *****
were  covered  by
by  saris  and
inside  cloth.


To  see  that
sun  and  i  were
competing  each other.


I  was  looking
at  that  time.

The  sun  cleverly
brought  a  cloud
to  that  area.




Everywhere  there
was    darkness.



It  was  a

surprise  gift  to
sleeping  moon.


Moon's  Alexa
already   had  told
about  the  newly
entrant    beauty  
to   river.
Written by
IncholPoem
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