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THE RITUAL OF 'NOD'
Blue and gray-black stretched overhead,
Cigarette puffs exhale restlessness,
Wiffs breathe life in the vast emptiness,
I and my friend stare at some sleepy heads,
Busy in practicing the ritual of nod.
So many hungry babies are crying for food,
So many fair ones sacrifice womanhood,
So many robbers have plundered the homes,
So many charlatans have come here and stood,
Yet some are only busy in the ritual of nod.
The birds have come out and picking the soil,
The sun throws its noose on all those who toil,
So comes each day with a hope for people,
That all work is noble and work alone is noble,
Yet some are only busy in the ritual of nod.
