Agar main khawaab dekhooN
to dekhna chahti hoon
ek cHoti si bakri ko
jo apne kaam k baawjood
logon k haathon se baaz rehi.
Halaan k us ne meray cHoona ka
aitraaz na kiya, meray haathon se
khaana na khaya.
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If I dream
it will be of the smallest goat,
who despite her job, flinched
from most of the hands. Though
she let me touch her,
she would not
eat from my palm.
—Nicole Homer
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