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Wednesday, 4 February 2009


Brisking by my tearful Woes
Drifting By my soulful vows

Thrifty was the biscuit of gold
Frosty was the fruit of the cold

Snow flakes yearning to float
Bow now daring to stand out.

Misty was the road so far
Clear would be the line no bar

Crazily flowing with the winds of fortune
Aimlessly lying around & playing a small tune.

Swimming in the perfume of sorrow
For Humanity I still shall borrow

Ajay Padattil.

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