Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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There are times when I am out in the hot sun, sweating
And a stray tuft of cottony cloud will momentarily
Take pity on me and blow gently to cover the sun briefly.
At such times I think, “Maybe it’s a sign that God cares.”
There are times when I am bone weary after a day’s labour
And mere acts of the most random kindness by strangers
Touch me, steal my heart and bring sheen of unshed tears.
At such times I think, “Maybe it’s a sign that God loves.”
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