From transience to transience

After transience and  bone filling
In the clay-pot for swirling water,

We are now in  the other poems
About a ten year old mango tree

One does not know if still exists
And last about a swooping crow

That was stealing a carbolic soap
Now fails to come to eat our rice.

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