She held her veil over her face,
I said,
“We are friends.”
She hesitated,
Then put away her veil.
Never had a woman felt so charmed
At the sight of another beautiful woman,
I was,
But then we heard someone at the door,
She quickly pulled her veil over her face again.
I held her hand,
She pulled it back and said,
“She has come.”
The prisoner under the open sky turned back
And returned to the Zenana ghar.
I heard the older woman say,
“Do not talk to strangers.”
