On your sudden arrival
When all are delighted
Like the workaholic light and wind
To sooth the eyes and calm their minds
Then stay few moments more
A knee -down request
From my nostrils
And salty taste buds
From my tongue
And the works that you do
With pleasure
Like washing, sweeping
And feeding your mother
On your being here
They all are waiting for you
With staring eyes and open jaw
Exactly as I was few minutes before.
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