Cashew Nuts Poem by spiritual seeker
Cashew Nuts
In a village factory,
Women old and young…
Roasting cashew nuts in black rusty barrels,
Faces and sarees darkened in soot,
choking swirling smoke,
Till late evening sun.
Till late evening sun.
(Seen in a village on the way to Goa, India)
When everyone just relish the roasted nuts, your heart feels the pain behind! A great soul.
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4/19/2024 6:27:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
beautiful, simply beautiful One can fully expereince the scene while reading the poem