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Jun 2018
We stood here once,
who will know of this ?
That which is of clay
will return to clay.
What breathes now
will lie still then.
Flowers will draw life.
Flowers will bloom.
Flowers will wither away.
Who will know?
Who cares.
Ameen Haider Zaidi
Written by
Ameen Haider Zaidi  Bangalore
(Bangalore)   
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   Sindi Kafazi
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