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Water Mill
That small narrow meandering path
In the lush green fields
Moving with the stream
Over the precipice
With a gush
The water falls
On the blades which rotate
At speeds
Invisible which makes
To rotate the huge circular rock
Tons in weight
To grind the crop.
poem
by
Sanjay Mehta
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