I read in a hut,
The straw-thatched cottage
Open from all sides.
But bamboo-poled
Under the two bel trees
With cows and buffaloes
Into the half
Had been my study room
Where lived I, grew up,
During the cold winter,
I used to shiver with cold,
But had no option,
During the rainy days
If the older thatch used to be,
It used to leak badly.
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