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Three Poems of Shanker Dutt 1. One morning in a camp potter’s Hill Half hidden from common sight Nestling quietly Among lank pines And festive deodars is Chadwick cottage. I sit in the porch On a woven bamboo chair My pen scripting Cheeps, chirps, chirrups Of winged shyness not visible And percussioned chinwag of chicadas. A gentle hill breeze rustles Through the many hues of green; The...