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• A Fish Too Small by Shyamkant Kulkarni
  

• Photo Gallery "Across USA"
  

  A Lonely Traveler

  
  

  Wrinkled face and
  Eyes with lost pride,
  A lady unknown is in
  For a distant ride.
  Noon sun is burning forever
  Seems cool night will come never.
  Bus is running,
  Inside everyone is sweating,
  Crowd pushes her ahead,
  Her dark eyes are filled with dread.
  "Look son, look there,"
  Wizened dry face lights
  With a pleasant flare.
  "Land is wet, grass is green,
  New shoots growing.
  Feel cool and moist breeze.
  Listen the music from heaven,
  Cows lowing, bells jingling,
  Cuckoo is singing,
  What my heart is longing.
  She presses a sob,
  For moist eyes to mop,
  She remembers again,
  Home she left never to regain.
  Crops burnt for want of rain,
  Distant search for
  A drop of water in vain.
  Empty pots and pans in home,
  The Village is like burning Rome.
  There wasn't a grain
  To save her husband dead,
  Beloved cows and bullocks sold,
  Her only hope remaining,
  Where the crowded bus is heading,
  A distant city, a hut dirty,
  Packed people and lost humanity,
  Her earning son and new vanity.
  

  Shyamkant Kulkarni
  

  
  

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