Under the lantern light
And that too in a cottage,
I used to read
Even during the winter
In a cow shed
Straw-thatched, bamboo-pillared,
But open from all sides,
Sometimes the buffaloes used to lick
The legs,
Sometimes the dogs used to bark
And quarrel at night,
The pigs with the piglets
Picking the mahua buds in spring
And the jackals too used to be
Quarrelling with under the mahua tree.
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