She was beautiful

She was beautiful

by Vinita Singh

She rode on a palanquin.
And told me stories of when she was seventeen.
She sang songs to me,
When I was eighteen.
She remembered things I gave her,
And also, how I misbehaved with her.
She was brave and beautiful,
And also dutiful.
Her lifestyle was worthwile
She never complained.
Even though she was in pain.
She told me what love was
And hers was unconditional.
She was exceptional and traditional.
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