Looking for a word At this time, I am looking for a word And that is when I have found them When

they come in as blood- cousins Twice removed, I mean, not literally. They turn sad Their sadness At times they They turn sad Actually they Meaning those all the time, all the time; is for unknown people. assume grinning faces. as they come to a close. are not that important, the words are sad for.

It is the language that is sad in its words, The sad language we had made our own Coming from far, in sounds of bagpipes The bagpipes are sad, celebrating defeat. But their windy sounds are fine music.

(About Indian writing in English)