A visit to the Holy City of Vrindavan opened up a new chapter to the book of life. Besides being a city of temples it is also a city of Widows. This poem is the poet's reflection of her visit at Maitri Ghar Widhwa Ashram.
http://www.theasianweekly.net/web/ Published in The Asian Weekly issue 298
Perky pretty, petite, purples so pious It appears the soils have practiced bias Amid the light and dark shades of green The Jacaranda spreads a purple sheen