BANGLE-SELLERS by Sarojini Naidu
Bangle-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 flushed 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,
Tinking, luminous, tender and clear,
Like her bridal laughter and bridal tear.
Some are purple and gold-flecked grey,
For her who has journeyed throguh life midway,
Whose hands have cherished, whose love has blest
And cradled fair sons on her faithful breast,
Who serves her household in fruitful pride,
And worships the gods at her husband's side.