Stopping By the Shaldraman Bushes
Stopping by the Shaldraman Bushes...
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Here this young gujjar is singing aloud some sweet song,
In this Autumn's lonely afternoon.
Beating with stick the bottom of a bowl
Under a walnut tree.
Watched by his little sister sitting on knees,
And heard by the hairy goats sitting flocked by the tent.
There the white horse is waving its tale
In the sloping pasture ,
In the giant shadow of the blue mountain .
Priceless are these holy glimpses of Nature o soul,
Amid bulldozers ,computers and concrete everywhere .
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