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Wednesday, 4 February 2009


Drafting the press of lines in the winter
Drawing smoothly from the wind so brighter

Photography from the lens of time so Cold
Philanthropy was the swing of the season so Bold

Bleeding ink was my pen so Crude
Blowing fine was the furnace so Brute

Zeal of this season with xmas swaying over
Zest of this season ends ushering in the New Year

Meek was the thread of life so gloomy
Must was the kneel of time so fiery

Gone were the days of draught with glaze
Glee was the sound of bells & fires Ablaze!!!

Ajay Padattil

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