All this day Smiles of strangers Warm me as the Indian sun.
Red earth roads, Golden discs And gardens hanging in the air.
I see children, Children of children Whose parents were my juniors then.
Weathered stones, Rocklike handshakes Forged in the Auroville sun.
Out of the red-clay Laterite How silently the forest springs.
Poems Undated (1727)
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