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Jul 2018
A shadow moves in the clearing ahead
avoiding the columns of lighted air.
It steps on the green
now splattered with red
and looks for a hand that can help,
to get rid of this blood.
It finds my face and looks away
seeing probably I am in a bigger mess.
Nayana Nair
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Nayana Nair  24/F/Bangalore
(24/F/Bangalore)   
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