He offered the following poem for our consideration:
The painfully thin singer, just a cut above a walking skeleton,Bent forward by the weight of the harmonium slung from the neckSang in Santiniketan Express on that August afternoon
He sang in his thin melodious voice,“Come home. all ye who dwell in foreign lands.”I was touched to the core as I listenedWondering where my home really wasAnd if ever I shall return thereTo the welcome song of a strangerWho was also me in some way.Dn. Santiniketan Express: August 1, 2000.
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