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Popati Hiranandani

A Homeless Sindhi Woman

In Akbar the Great’s durbar,
Anarkali, Queen of Beauty, reigned.
Yet
even she was buried alive.

Delhi, India’s pride, and I,
inheritor of the marvels of Indus architecture.
Yet
even I have been buried alive

homeless in history’s graveyard.

A HOMELESS SINDHI WOMAN

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A Homeless Sindhi Woman

In Akbar the Great’s durbar,
Anarkali, Queen of Beauty, reigned.
Yet
even she was buried alive.

Delhi, India’s pride, and I,
inheritor of the marvels of Indus architecture.
Yet
even I have been buried alive

homeless in history’s graveyard.

A Homeless Sindhi Woman

In Akbar the Great’s durbar,
Anarkali, Queen of Beauty, reigned.
Yet
even she was buried alive.

Delhi, India’s pride, and I,
inheritor of the marvels of Indus architecture.
Yet
even I have been buried alive

homeless in history’s graveyard.
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