BATHUNDA
Every day Bathunda rose from bed before the sunrise. But today he lay asleep even after the glowing sun kissed his yard. He had no
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Every day Bathunda rose from bed before the sunrise. But today he lay asleep even after the glowing sun kissed his yard. He had no
Four corners I have In one are buried my ancestors. In the next There sleeps a cooking pot. Over the third thatched roof