Banjaaran

The emarald eyed banjaaran
Offers green bangles to me.
Where do you get the glass from?
I ask her, now crystal eyed.
From my tears, says she.
I watch the clear gluey stream.
Where do you get the green from?
I ask her, now chlorophyll eyed.
From my milk, says she.
She opens her blouse
And shows two founts
Of topaz and saffire milk.
Can i live with you, I ask
As she packs her bangles.
I will come to you, she says
When your heart spouts a rainbow.
She walks away
My heart erupts
Into ash and coal tar.

Banjaaran* Bangle-seller.