Author A. K. Ramanujan Kuruntokai 68 The bare root of the bean is pink like the leg of a jungle hen, and herds of deer attack its overripe pods.' For the harshness of this season of morning dew there is no cure but the breast of my man. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments