lentil soup on the platter
but its barely just yellow water
and brittle chapatis
but gratefulness comes from stony footpaths
roofs are heavens
even if the pitter-patter still keeps the friendship
getting back makes me smile
they paper the cracks of the great tumble down
from cars and houses
from servants
but I'm climbing up again
thats the solace
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