The wailing willows were quiet today
The valleys were sullen
When the spring burst into flood
Hail took a heavy toll of all the unripe apples
The paddy seedlings were
Unwilling to stand up
Like the youth of the valley of chinar
I had to say
If you stand up, I can help you run
But can I make you stand
And the youth nodded
May be there is some truth in it
Only some
Seedlings were still standing
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25 jun, 2007