While passing through the raw red-soiled link ways,
I used to come across the scavenger women,
The women folk with the tin boxes
Full of human excreta
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Have you seen the light
Kindled in the eyes of the small sister
Who keeps waiting for
The arrival of
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The Masanjore Dam
Built over a rivulet flowing
In between the hills
And their clusters.
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On her way to Gidni hamlet,
Going the tract
All alone,
Passing through the orchard plot,
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It burnt everything
And it remained not anything
To be called of my mother,
Nothing, nothing, nothing,
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Into the blazing earth of the hot months,
Chaitra and Baisakh,
When heat soars up,
It burns
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