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Name

Rastapopulus is a wonderful name

taking time to be said

taking the length of your tongue to be out

and when you finally do speak it

a while more to sink it

and when you thought you'd just had it

it's then you realise

that it IS...AND it IS...

RASTAPOPULUS

 

what is in a name?

would the rose, given another name,

smell less sweet?...

then what is it?...

how do you call someone who just had arrived,

doesn't tell you his name,

or hers, for that matter,

does it suffice to say

...you ARE...who you are...

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aniruddha-basu
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Jan 10, 2010
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