The tribal girl
from a remote land
in white uniform
walked to school
through a field.
Black clouds rumbled
and ensued the storm,
whirled the trees like lunatic
refusing room to birds
that flapped and flew.
From a forlorn hut
beside the holy grave
barked a stray dog
at each of the men gobbled
the prey ravenously.
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