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Old and tired. Eyes milked over with age.
She sits outside her one-roomed home
And coughs the body-wracking cough of TB

There are no beds. Not even mattresses in this single room for four.
Flies settle on the open food and crockery.

A few clothes, some plates and cooking utensils
and a plastic water container – that’s all…

There are no possession in this room for four.

Thin and wasted away to skin and bone
Her grandson joins her with a cough.
His mother sits nearby

TB takes hold of their lives as they share this single room for four.

- Shaz



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