I once saw a story in a pair of earrings.
Cheap silver earrings gracing a young bride’s ear,
Lying along her cheeks like a lover’s caress.
Silver women carrying water-pots on their heads,
Their anklets the bells that sang and laughed when the bride shook her head.
I stared, and the rest of the world receded.
Only sun-blue sky,
Only silver women walking across them with water-pots,
Waking round and round in circles,
As if all the water and all the thirst in the world
Existed between their wells and their houses.
I once saw women’s worlds in a pair of earrings.
~ Dipanwita Sen