The Canto Of Begging - V
all long the day i beg
i beg rice pulses oil salt
royal blood
in exchange i also distribute
peace… peace… and peace…
and the horses of the gypsies making
a dip-swimming in the peace-water
in the canto of my begging
holding a whole texture of love
i learn how to be burnt
by the shadow of the trees
i give up all my courage
to book a room in your youth
only for me
poem by Murari Sinha
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