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Sombre the night is
And though we have our lives, we
What sinister threat lies there
Dragging these anguished limbs, we only

Mohan comes herding the cows,crown of peacock feathers on his head,garland of forest flowers on his chest,in his hand a wooden staff,his body wrapped in cow-dust
A band around his waistand from his feet the sound of ankletsthere amidst his co...