Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary?
Mary: Which cupboard, mother dear?
Mother: The cupboard of red mahogany
With handles shining clear.
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Through these simple looking dialogues, the poet spins some mysticism in life and also tries to unfold the same in his own way.