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The Cupboard

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Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary?
Mary: Which cupboard, mother dear?
Mother: The cupboard of red mahogany
With handles shining clear.
Mary: That cupboard, dearest mother,
With shining crystal handles?
There's nought inside but rags and jags
And yellow tallow candles.
Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary?
Mary: Which cupboard, mother mine?

Mother: That cupboard stands in your sunny chamber,
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Rajnish Manga 24 July 2016

Through these simple looking dialogues, the poet spins some mysticism in life and also tries to unfold the same in his own way.

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