1 month ago
Market Morning
The baskets full of spice and grain,Beside the tracks of passing train.The chatter rises with the sun,Before the daily work...
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2 months ago
Monsoon Tears
The sky turns black, the winds are high,The warning of the stormy sky.The first drop hits the dusty street,To break...
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2 months ago
The Local Train
The rusted wheels begin to squeal,A heavy, metal, moving beast of steel.The vendors push right through the crowd,With voices booming,...
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