That red spot on your forehead
It’s so quaint! Exotic, you could say
Do you put it there to cover third eye?
Whatever it may mean I’ll give it a try
Vermilion on your parting is a bit too much
Garish, like spilt blood, that I can’t extol
From Indian make over I’ll give it a skip
Such distasteful sight in the bud let us nip
Red and white bangles your wrists adorn
I don’t want the reason why they are worn
With some of my outfit they’ll go well
All this is appreciation as you can tell
I see your frowns and your glances askance
You’ve made a habit of contrary stance
Where’s the harm in imitating you
It adds to my flair and gives it hue
Stories behind we can afford to forget
Blessed or cursed, no need to regret
Share these trappings, so far as I agree
Be happy that you
have inspired me.
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