spiritual seeker

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Cashew Nuts - Poem by spiritual seeker

In a village factory,
Women old and young…
Roasting cashew nuts in black rusty barrels,
Faces and sarees darkened in soot,
choking swirling smoke,
Till late evening sun.
Till late evening sun.


(Seen in a village on the way to Goa, India)


Comments about Cashew Nuts by spiritual seeker

  • Hans Vr (2/2/2013 7:58:00 AM)


    beautiful, simply beautiful
    One can fully expereince the scene while reading the poem
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  • (2/2/2013 12:52:00 AM)


    When everyone just relish the roasted nuts, your heart feels the pain behind! A great soul. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, February 1, 2013


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