Walking across the desert
Hiding myself rapping the darkness
I reached an oasis
Where old naked women sold water and milk
In moonlit sheds.
And I saw them kept their milk
Behind the cup of water.
Passengers went for milk
Drank water first, and forgot milk
And drank the milk of moon.
Frightened, I ran away,
Tumbled over the dryness and cold
Ignored to take in even oxygen…!
WHAT WILL THE CHILD IN MY WOMB
DO TO SATISFY HIS HUNGER?
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