A Raw Wish
A Raw Wish
If you come some mid-spring's day
Oh! At late afternoon!
To here, this lush quiet meadow:
Free to the far stony walls, thorny weeds and wood.
I shall serve you in samovar steaming tea, homemade breads and desi ghee.
My love, I shall show you how
Giant shadows are slipping over the sandy mount;
And horned sheep hurrying home,
Little lambs stumbling.
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