1
Here take this scripture
And hold it for me some time
Those laborers bathed in sweats
Seem to be telling something to me
I must go there first.
2
Hey, you are photographers?
Please, take a snap of tears
In my mother's eyes -
After her departure
They will tell me meaning
Of compassion.
3
No! I am not happy
With the teaching in your school
For with the growth of knowledge
Ignorance is not going away
And learners are blinkered
Like horses.
4
Tell me true!
Did you not spend
Half of your life hating me?
Yet I won't follow your steps
Because I have to reach
My destination before night.
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