Love

Love is not the ruby lips in a half-smile

or kohl – lined eyes

beckoning to the lover

love is the weather – beaten face wrinkled in a grin

watching the gurgling child

calloused hands

making chapattis for a family of five

mangled hair, dirty skirt

bare feet running in the fields

after that errant calf and sheep

the sure – footed gait of a woman

carrying pots of water

on her head

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