28 February 2018
Dayalbagh Agra
Solitude
A glassful of tea at just one rupee,
served with loving hands and humility;
While sitting on a cemented bench quietly,
I listen to the distant voices in the canteen;
The sun is about to set to shine again tomorrow,
It’s time to leave to a new place tomorrow;
The canteen is closed to open tomorrow,
The pure dust enters my shoes as I move forward.
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