Wednesday, April 17, 2013

...little tokens..

.they came, wizened and sunburnt folks from my village..their calloused palms weary from toiling the land..they wished me well..and they slipped a note as we salam'ed...a tiny portion of their daily toil - hot sweat and burning tears..and pakmat could not verily refused, no matter the lumps that stuck in the throat..and pakmat realised that little deeds such as these are impossible to matter in how many lifetimes..may the Lord blessed them...and may the Lord forgive me...

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