Cut from conches smooth and shiny bangles loosen every day on the wrist
Unsleeping eyes wet with aloneness
Stuck here we’ll escape to over there
First rise up and live my heart
before the hemp chaplets of the Vadukars
beyond Katti honourable land of many spears
further into the country of unknown languages
thinking how to reach the place where he is
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