As lotus, fair and lovely,
By water is not soiled,
She, frail and comely
By birth is not spoilt.
As pearl, fine and glossy,
By oyster is not bruised,
She, tender and brainy,
By class is not sullied.
As melon, lush and succulent,
By draught is not shrunken,
She, deft and nimble,
By penury is not sunken.
By beauty, grace and dexterity
Is love well nourished;
By poverty, traits and breed
Is love not eclipsed.
Otherwise it is not love
06.06.97, Agartala
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