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So You are in this for the Social Work where did you come

From Tiruppur And there is this sandstorm every thing is

Hastened Things are as usual only the Storm gets hecked up

There is this old older oldest Lady in the Village smoking

Rings from her beedi barks an order and there is this Huge

Bull and a Young un all of Seven Years leads this behemoth

Through the Storm to Graze Ah! No Kerosene so let there be

No Light but we can talk after all Talk

The Old Lady would rather well her Daughter is looking after

The Hearth there is this Bleating A Sheep Kid is Born

One more for the Market but the Kid has Already Started

Walking the Old Lady is not amused

My writing

So calls the Chief to Send

Me Packing to the Town as they do not need a Mad Poet Spoil

The Taste of Wet Mud as the Rain were the First Rains

After the Storm it always does the Earth is Thankful

For the Small mercies

Of the

Clouds