IN THE HAPPINESS OF YOUR COMING

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In the happiness of your coming

I left my grocery hamper only in the market

And started running

With a thought, 'My dad would be coming'

I approached my home

And settled my tangled hair with a comb

Then put on my new blue shirt

And cleared a patch of dirt

And put on my black pant

Sprinkled my new scent

And told my mummy to prepare

Nothing but mere, mere

Your favorite okra

All in the happiness of your coming.

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