Mount Holyoke

Maidens of mystery,maidens of myths
Meaty,mellow,milky mist
Mud-house falls apart,setting free the soul
convict
Flora,why you have broken our beliefs?
Farhana so much wanted me
Why Flora you told her I wasn't her bliss!
Did you ever had a chance even to taste my
meat?she had it,and she knew it!
Maidens of mystery,maidens of myths
What glory?what grief?
What success?what seek?
The flesh-fed-prison-house can't keep the
soul convict
Days a dying Arti;nights a neighing sweet
Farhana unfurls her beauty concealed
Parul awaits Kumar's kiss
Neshe needn't Ujjol's jeep
She strolls the streets of Bronx with utter
sleep