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VANISHING DAUGHTERS
The rains have come and gone
Our heart is swollen with joy
The time has come again
To see them do their dance
Some happy mothers here
Some anxious suitors there
Waiting … … … watching
Bubbling the circled square
Kum Kum Kum Kum
Yee Yee Yee Yee
Comes the song of drums
Heralding their precious steps
Shaking their beaded waists
Dangling their bangle ankles
Oh big bunch of beauties
Fruits of healthy seedlings
Ripen yet unpluck
Dance dance dance
Shake shake shake
Ready for sheet to soil
The stains of the night to see
Of shame or pride to bear
And so it goes like that…
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