Plucking your eyebrows,
Putting on mascara,
But will that help you
To see things anew?
The one who sees
Is changed into
The one who's seen
Only if one is
Salt and the other
Water. But you, says Kabir,
Are a dead
Lump of quartz.
Plucking Your Eyebrows
Kabir
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Poem topics: water, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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