Akshit Prasad

Abstract

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Akshit Prasad

Abstract

A Time To Talk

A Time To Talk

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When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his bike to a meaning walk,

I don't stand still and look around

On all the hills I haven't hoed,

And shout from where I am, where is it?

No, not as there is a time to talk.

I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,

Blade-end up and five feet tall,

And plod: I go up to the stone wall

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