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Aug 2012
Drunk to the brim, so stone cold sober,
Loved to the hilt,still so avidly hated,
Friendly from the heart, yet enemied,
Seeker by Soul,but how godforsaken!
Thinker by Mind, but thought Roboted,
Doer by action,but so ****** futiled,
Am I a man of will? Free or ****** in Hell!
Niranjana Chelur-The Hermit
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Niranjana Chelur-The Hermit  Here and There
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