shining glass bangles
klinkering sound
soft skinned young damsels
sparingly adorn
rolling freely on her wrist
golden tinted cicular
of suitable bangles
a set on her wedding
green, glazing new
one by one breaking
Till honeymoon is through
witness to happenings
her day to day routine
green red and blue glass rounded
color her worn world
the glitter,the sound
beautfying delicate wrists
decorated behaviour
gives bangled identity
FORMULATED feminine power
she weans magic
hands glow
matching attire
her durga moment
gold tinted,striped
glass bangles circle
smooth skin shine ,
GOODNESS and venom In equal measure
The languish,The pleasure
All in one shower
Holding on to bangles
her children play
many fallen prey
Bare handed WHEN she comes
Broken bangles, set her free
From bondage
Now widow
a stand alone feature
of the she in her see !
At the end, you refer to the widow being "free" of the bangles, as though they were a burden through much of a married woman's life.
Ron
Ed
budd
Love ya!
Jane