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Seated by fireside
a crying child wards off flies
on her tear-stained face:
both hungry in a rich house
the master picks stars in her hair
who cares how this sullen place
turns golden with mask over
a poor woman's face
the bull performs the act
and flees hiding
blackness in the dawn
and distorted relics
--R.K.Singh
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R K Singh
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