Journal of South Asian Literature. v 11, V. 11 ( 1976) p. 139.


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POEMS WRITTEN IN 1974*

THE TRUTH ABOUT DHANYA

His old skin is like the ground on which he sleeps, so also, his rags.

He cannot

stand upright

or walk without pain,

does odd jobs

for the ten families

of The Retreat, collects

a few coins every day,

uses them for tea

and smoking.

Given food, he eats, otherwise, he goes without. Quite a cheerful chap, really.

Nobody minds his presence

as he stumbles around the place.

He's lucky, in a way,

isn't out in the streets, begging.

We look after him

and he makes himself useful.

That's all the truth about Dhanya.

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