A poem Read it aloud my friend, savour it slowly, come sit with me. Sunbeams in an Old Cloth Mill Left my car in a weedy cobbled lane,By a crumbling derelict cotton mill,It loomed cavernous coolly inviting,In a forgotten yesteryear Bombay. Waiting alone inside for someone late,I sink back on a cot by the stockroom,Haunt of …

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