No hospitality at all, to anyone;
This is not an orphanage;
Not even an invitee enters;
None to cook;
None to serve;
None to eat;
Inside the nest,
A bird of hope chirps.
Rain after the hurricane will
Sweep across the shores;
Since then, a heavy summer will
Follow touching my shoulders;
A wild wind whirls away;
From the snake's hole;
I hear a poisonous sound;
Never abandon your ears;
Keep the crown on your forehead;
Invite a bite from her !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI