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Earthern here, a maiden thee
Blindly trusting is she          

Ripped her breast and grazed her thighs
Bested by her own kith and kin

Earthern here, a maiden thee
Blindly trusting is she

Cement plastered over the ground
Bird whimpers, as trees fall down

A flat erected, where a nest once sit
Ah! The homeless bird, poor thing

Earthern here, a maiden thee
Blindly trusting is she

Their wallet is thickened with green
But maiden lay, her body all maimed and torn

On an edgy pitch of fourth-day test cricket
She comes down like an inning of dismal wicket fall

Earthern here, a maiden thee
Blindly trusting is she

But she is a shield-maiden too
In image of ire she dawns, anew

Beheading all, she would be swift
Becoming a keen-edged steel

Earthern here, a maiden thee
Blindly trusting is she

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