Ammar Lokhandwala Poems

With lifted feet, hands still,
I am poised, and down the hill
Dart, with heedful mind;
The air goes by in a wind.
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The sheep are coming home in Greece.
Hark the bells on every hill!
Flock by flock, and fleece by fleece,
Wandering wide a little piece
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We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome some day.
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