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Perhaps, I Know

Perhaps, I Know.
Why sometimes all of us
are such exponents of deceit.
Such born killers.
While I tore a young flower
petal by petal,
And laid a hot coffee cup
on a crawling ant.
I knew I was scared of death,
my death.
Perhaps, I Know.
Why sometimes all of us are
such pools of pity.
Such life-givers.
While I nursed a dying bird.
And smoothed the hair of an orphan-child.
I knew I was happy of life,
my life

21-Oct-2004

More By  :  Prabha Trimurty

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