Miles away,
Uttering unheardof words,
In an unknown time-zone
Where thick is the layer of ozone,
Wrapped in colored leaves
Out of civilized bounds,
To chirping birds,
And to the tinkling of stream
That passionately kisses
The grey pebbles, as if in a dream,
Men and women dance
Around the newly born.
Their happiness is in the belief-
Of having been blessed,
Of having been rewarded,
For the agony that preceded.
Prayers and grateful tears,
Held as beads of pearl
Like the ones gracing their ears,
Would put to shame-
The civilized- the rich and the literate,
In whose eyes they
are lame.
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