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There is a certain Red
Let me describe it for you.
It is a shade darker
Than your blood
When I broke your toe nail
And a shade lighter
Than the dark cotton robe
The Dalai Lama wears
When he snoots a finger
At the Chinese
With no sense
Of geography
And a lot of money. That Red
Talks to me.

Published in Lakdi Ka Pul-II