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The river flows through the woods
grown in Banares in centuries
down this terrace they say
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Sunny morning:
a snake slides through the fence
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The world is too big
& my share seems so small
thank God my name’s alive
on the net they can find
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depressed mount of sun
and feeble supporting lines-
will i die unknown?
left rotting in the sand
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unemptied
the cup of remorse-
begging bowl
before the dumb deity
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Naked children crowd
as I pass through the alleys
between smelly slums:
dogs bark to alert them to
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The faces appearing
and receding in
dark of closed eyes
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