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“The streetfilled with tomatoes,midday,summer,light ishalvedlikeatomato,its juicerunsthrough the streets. In December,unabated,the tomatoinvadesthe kitchen,it enters at lunchtime,takesits easeon countertops,among glasses,butter dishes,blue saltcellars.…

COLORED CHILD AT CARNIVALWhere is the Jim Crow sectionOn this merry-go-round,Mister, cause I want to ride?Down South where I come…

मैं हमदर्द इन्सान हूँ , मैं हिम्मत से जवान हूँ , मैं जज़्बातों का किसान हूँ , मैं ताक़त से…