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I  love reading mangas and comics...😅. One such is titled 'play dead'. As of now, it is one of the most poignant display of the emotional and spiritual turbulence of a man who was executed for a crime that was just a mistake he made(at least that is my inference) and he was assigned the task of a reaper in necropolis. Well, I guess speaking more than this may lead to copyright issues...😂. Never mind. In the latest issue, the neighbour of the protagonist was singing a song which the protagonist remembers was his childhood favourite(he is Italian). Though I read only a stanza of it through the comic - I got an urge to read the whole of it. I found it in the Smithsonian archives (THANK YOU AMERICA !!!!) It is a medieval Italian Folk song. Hope you enjoy it. Love has no season... Image from google.

ABOUT THE POET: Well, I guess the 'nightingale of India', Sarojini Naidu needs a very less introduction to a large part of the audience. However, for many else:    Wikipedia states thus: 'She was also a noted poet. Her poetry includes children's poems, nature poems, patriotic poems and poems of love and death...' THE POEM What do you sell, O merchants? Richly your wares are displayed. Turbans of crimson and silver, Tunics of purple brocade, Mirrors with panels of amber, Daggers with handles of jade. What do you weigh, O ye vendors? Saffron, lentil and rice. What do you grind, O ye maidens? Sandalwood, henna and spice. What do you call, O ye pedlars? Chessmen and ivory dice. What do you make, O ye goldsmiths? Wristlet and anklet and ring, Bells for the feet of blue pigeons, Frail as a dragon-fly's wing, Girdles of gold for the dancers, Scabbards of gold for the kings. What do you cry, O fruitmen? Citron, pomegranate and plum. What do y...