గిరీశం చెప్పిన కవిత!!!!

She leaves her bed at A.M. four,
And sweeps the dust from off the floor,
And heaps it all behind the door,
||The Widow||

Of wond', rous size she makes the cake,
And takes much pains to boil and bake,
And eats it all without mistake,
||The Widow||

Through fasts and feasts she keeps her health,
And pie on pie, she stores by stealth,
Till all the town talk of her wealth,
||The Widow||

And now and then she takes a mate,
And lets the hair grow on her pate,
And cares a hang what people prate,
||The Widow||

I love the widow......however she be,
married again.....or single free,
Bathing and praying,
or frisking and playing,
A model of saintliness,
Or model of comeliness,
What were the earth,
But for her birth?
||The Widow||


గుర్తుకొచ్చిందా మరి, గురజాడ గారు తన గిరీశంచే చెప్పించిందేనండి..(నా సొంత కవిత్వం కాదు సుమండీ)