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His smiles
the hungry poor sees
in a plate of rice,
a cup of butter milk
and some pickles
His smiles
the farmer sees
in the lips of the rain clouds
over his young crops that drizzle
His smiles
the boatman sees
in the afternoon breeze
that sails him home
covering several stormy miles
I see His smiles
when the stars assemble
in her almond eyes
to rain love in soft trickles ...
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