Silky threads are here,
With me,
But not those,
Mehandi hands,
To tie them.
Sweets are here,
Full of shops,
But I shall,
Be hungry for one.
I have money,
Thousands today.
But 20 Rs. I gave them,
Asked from Baba,
They kept in purse, safe.
God bless,
My sisters,
With all happiness.
As their destiny –
Today is like poem only.
A real story on my Bimla didi appears at my Hindi blog.