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Feb 2012
At the coast I found the cost

Of life, death and of path

With wrath, burning hearth

Soft rhythm of heart.


Clinging drops at fingers

Salty were they; not the sea

As the product is not Producer

Realized: soul is not the Soul.


Cause is not the result born

Son is not the Father though

Chain of DNA links them so

Saw I so, hence this horn.
PNasarudheen
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