In a village factory,
Women old and young…
Roasting cashew nuts in black rusty barrels,
Faces and sarees darkened in soot,
choking swirling smoke,
Till late evening sun.
Till late evening sun.
(Seen in a village on the way to Goa, India)
spiritual seeker
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