As the blind-man holds out his bowl
the twisted form of beggar child
shouts out, shouts out, "please, SIR, please SIR."
"Come closer, come and hear my words;
I will for only one Rupee
age-old legends to you recite."
In the distance; far, far, I hear
distant Pungi swaying slowly
jarring, shrill, loud, hypnotising.
Moving my head towards the sound
mesmerising, I turn to leave.
"Don't...
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