a small slim frog hop and hop,
how many, may be 25 or thirty,
frog springs out of a dream,
the earth hops and hops,
in big rain drops, in alignments,
how many as many as forg's
the frog sits tight on earth,
and a young girl draws water from well,
then solid spheres of dried cowdung fuel,
palpable ash well in shape,
drops down from the iron oven,
As I wake up from dream,
I look into a mirror,
my face I see all in colour
like RAj Kappors in Mera Naam Joker,
My head decorated with flower.
Thank you little girl for your care
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