Treasure Island

Bijay Kant Dubey


My Little Daughter, This Is India, You Wipe Out Your Tears


My little daughter, this is India,
You wipe out your tears,
There is none to see it.

This is no business of theirs
If you go on weeping or not,
Your tears not the things of their concern.

Submitted: Thursday, November 14, 2013

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