Sunday, 1 March 2015
I craft a little clay doll, make it wear little shirt, cover
it with a blanket..
Don’t cry little clay doll, Your Dad is abroad..
My little clay doll does not speak, does not respond ..
Don’t cry little clay doll, Your Dad is a vagabond..
I planted the sheesham trees, they grew lovely
leaves,aah my beloved..
I planted the trees of shehtoot. why don’t you
correspond..
The other women of the town, as pretty as me, have
kids in there lap..
Sing them lullabies , and my soul is snakes
playground.
