The prayer meeting over.
Suddenly
Rains, heavy rains.
Alone on my scooter.
I dread -
The muddy track home.
Then
Not called,
Not summoned
Our mini bus comes.
Bundled in rain gear
One boy steps out.
Ushers me in
He drives the scooter.
They came for me.
Not called?
Not summoned?
Not so!
Summoned – by love.
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