An opaque column of hazy mist,
Blurry vision bathing in
Tears of Nature—
Rattling on the illiterate thatched roofs,
Behind that prestigious arena of knowledge.
Yet there is fire, and there is light,
In those illiterate chulhas.
Then, another opaque column rises...
A mystic curtain—
Shady, smudgy, smoggy smoke;
Like an open mouth of that eternal dragon,
Comes, shrouds and swallows all,
In one gulp.
