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     I was walking by the road. I do not know why.when the noonday was past and bamboo branches rustled in the wind.


     The prone shadows with their outstretched arms clung to the feet of the hurrying light.


     The koels were weary of their songs.


     I was walking by the road.I do not know why.



     Shadows are deepening and cattle returning to their folds.


     The light is grey upon the lonely meadows. and the villagers are waiting for the ferry at the bank.


     I slowly return upon my steps.I do not know why.