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Jun 2015
She turned to a stone, before his unbelieving eyes!
in earlier times this would be counted as the result of a  curse,
an analysis, on how it happened seemed futile, so he didn't pursue
He chisel and hammer ominously were left somewhere,
she was irretrievably trapped, within a queer shaped stone .
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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