To be my own light
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The burden of the jhoomar on her forehead was as heavy as the jhoomar in the lobby under which she danced.
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The day she was born,
drums were played and trumpets were blown,
Little did she know,
she will have to dance on them some day and be known.-
Draped in a silk saree as she walked through the lanes,
The eyes of the onlookers unclothed her pleat by pleat.-
She was just like any other girl,
studying, playing, gossiping in the mornings and in the bright sunlight,
Little did she know,
People judged her on how she spent her evenings and the night.-
Reaching farthest of the places,
Pulling out people from their dingy cases,
Making them realize their own spark,
Then deploying them to bring more people out of the dark.-
How the fragrance of gajra on her hair,
invited the smell of liquor.-
Time passed by,
the sound of coins appeased her
more than that of the ghungroo.-