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She She was sliding softly In miserys sorrow, Weariness seeping deep In her bones marrow. The fields were singing of Mauritius. The black crows cawed, Rattling a joyful wing. They flapped from the trees And settled down together, Creaking the eucalyptus boughs. The curling smoke From mountain grounds Rose towards the sky Gently fanned by the Jasmine-scented mountain breeze. The wild tamarinds, With scarlet twisted pods Were falling on the ground And the suns smothering lantern Was lowering its wick. In this chorus of sounds, In the long country road, Walking down with firewood on her head, She contemplated on her journeying Between the cradle and the grave. Pramila Khadun.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 11:03:37 +0000

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