Poetry
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The true gift

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Altered sleep and a woven dream

A stocking outside the door that was always left unseen

A string of faith and a smile of trust

This is all I had on every Christmas.

My friends cheered with their hands full of candies;

I looked at my mum with a broken heart,

And endlessly asked myself β€œDo I never hit the old man’s chart”?

I have grown older and this eve I realised;

I have all that I ever wanted and wished

Old man I guess after all gave me what I preached.

He made me my own Santa all these years,

Today afternoon he whispered this truth in my ears.

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Founder, Happy Roots. Passionate about agriculture, social change and rural economic development. I am on a mission to address the biggest problems faced by small and marginal farmers in India with technology and supply chain efficiencies. I work with small and tribal farmers across Maharashtra and help them connect directly with end consumers in high potential urban markets. At Happy Roots we not only build market linkages for our farmers but help them train and upgrade their skills so that we can nurture the next breed of micro entrepreneurs.

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