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Dec 2011
a sick icicle
falling from it's perch-
pecked at my cheek,
tickling me a bit.
i wasn't disturbed,
but it melted,
in it's tumultuous
state of mind,
got warm,
swept my face
by flowing
downwards,
got evaporated,
it's objective of life
completely realized.
K Balachandran
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K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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