some dreams are overtaken by fury of floods again

i had built a small house

just the other day after toil

and labour

he helped by lending some stones and she helped

by letting me use their stairs

the friend next door helped in plastering the wall

and even that lady, who fought with me often at water tap

sprinkled water on the newly built walls

ever and ever so often

every thing washed awy but not exactly

all these gestures are imprinted in my heart

ho will flood wsh these memories away

try, if you can, o river unabated.

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