Three young boys shared a hovel
They were of the same age, built and colour
One of them wore a skull cap,
another applied a tika on his forehead and
the third had a cross dangling from his neck
One day they had a fight
Voices were raised
Gestures were made
Words were exchanged
Then came the night
The skull cap lay on the table
along with the cross and
the box containing sandal paste
Mother nature took
all its children
near Her bosom
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