Oil On My Hair
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Anil Kumar Panda
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When I was a child
my grandmother would
call me to the yard
and hold my head
on her lap and apply oil
to my tufts of black hair
Sometimes I would weep
calling my mother when
I was not in mood and had
to rush to the fields with friends
My grandma would kiss me
and say oil would keep my
head cool and I won't get angry
like my father did when he grew up
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