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How beautiful it seems
 That crowded festering. Instent city. DIRT barren heat the cruiel drone of flies. The sores paraded to in difference eyes. The runnied houses leaning to each other Disgorging naked. Unappealing children playing their games in self created filth And rising  waiting  casting its heavy The suffocating obliterating  dust swirling forever in the noisy lanes

But i have crossed the river placing the deep and easy flow of green between that life and this clear and toylike in the distance Quiet pure and captivating lies  


The city grace ful the house jostel each other to the river.s brink  so the indus mirros


Acroos the indus

Table of contents

Volume 1

Chapter 1 - Across the indus